People have changed for the past years moving on with their lives. Some went to good universities-some didn’t, some are already making portos, some already have jobs. They are making their marks, in the places where they each belong. I’m also making my mark here; and I could say that I have finally found the place where I perfectly belong. There’s no day I passed where I regret the life I am living.
I’m looking at people’s recent photo albums. But I never find you. Ever. You never appear anywhere. Maybe you are dying to be a part of it. But you can’t and you never will.
I’m not judging your past actions but if ’m allowed to judge, I’d say that you were a motherfucking moron. It must have been really shity for you, watching everybody moves on but you couldn’t. But nevermind that. The only thing I wish for is you to be happy in your own universe somewhere up there. I’ll never stop praying for you from here.
