Hope dies last.

I miss you everyday.
Nothing can describe the feeling of dying hope.
I trusted you more than any. I chose you over the others.

Today, 3 years ago we met at Thayo shore.
3 great years. I remember it like it happened yesterday.
Your sweet jealous smile, the drinking for attention,
the small bikini you bought. Your attempt to draw my
attention when walking into the sea in the night.
I remember everything. You were cute and stupid,
but I just felt, like no one else exists.

I find myself laughing and dancing my ass off
in the clubs. Having great time, and when I go
home, I tell the girl who I hooked up with that
I am sorry, that I still love and don't want to have
meaningless sex. And I feel sorrow sadness,
Maybe I gave you back all the letters, maybe
I gave you back your clothes, but my feelings,
were never returned.

I am loyal to the woman I chose, and I chose to
stay loyal to you until April 26th, 2015. Sometimes
Mistakes are made, these are great lessons.

On April 26th, I'll stop protecting your place
in my heart from other people. If there will be a sign
from you, I'll be grateful to infinity. If not, Ill have to
take a new path, as painful as it seems, My hope dies last.


Last beats of my hope,
Alexander.