The Great Pretender
I know I've said that I'm at peace... and I am.
But I still miss you. I don't burst into tears anymore when I think of you, but your memories are still there. I might be focused on something else, at work, walking the streets of Buenos Aires, reading on my couch and the memories of times lived come to me.
I've been blessed with a great memory that in times like these becomes a curse. But it's the curse I have to live with. And I've been telling everyone that I am doing OK because it's easier than trying to explain this.
So here I am, pretending that I'm not missing you... and hoping that one day, I'll stop pretending.
posted by Lena @ 10:47 p. m.
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