Life would make sense if you come back after what you did to me. I gave you everything I could, my Michi, all I had at that moment in life. I wasn't sure if you were the love of my life, you know I don't believe in that, but I believed in staying by your side and treating you with empathy, with love, I believed in letting you sleep all morning in my bed when I had to leave early on Monday mornings to work with my mother: she made orange juice for you, I always had your favorite brownies, and I loved bringing you breakfast to bed and looking at you from my bedroom door before leaving for work.
Not a day has passed in which I don't torture myself by remembering the afternoon when it all ended. I should've fought more, but I did tell you I loved you, I asked for you to wait, I told you I didn't want to be with anyone else. But you insisted. A guy just hits on you out of nowhere on Facebook and you left what, in your own words, was the best relationship you'd ever had.
Apparently he's better than me. I spent my whole life becoming someone smart, someone good, someone respectable, and you changed me for someone who was discharge of the army for mental health reasons and whose only skill seems to be punching people. Do you have any idea how worthless that makes me feel? How pointless it all feels now? You know how long I'd been single, how hard it had been for me, how important you were for me, the amount of hope you gave me, the amount of work I was putting into having a future for myself so I could finally be able to think about a future together.
I don't want to let go, I don't want to give up. You're beautiful, we never fought, we laughed a lot, we had great conversations, we made love in such a meaningful and satisfying way, we watched Avatar and Gossip Girl and Edgerunners and The Americans. I even miss you watching Winx Club on my bed while I worked or played on my computer. I miss your laughter so much, I miss your smile, your hugs. I know you still dance wearing my shirt, you showed it to me yourself.
I've given up, Michi, I don't want to go on after this, even if I can. You were my last hope and one that shouldn't end like this. But you're happy: you left your mom and me for that guy, you hurt us immensely, and life is rewarding you. How does that make any sense? Why would I want to live in a world like that without you after having felt the glory of love again? I don't. Not without you. Not after everything regarding Violeta has gone to shit. Not now that Germany has elected the far right and is no longer my escape plan. Not Now is actually playing right now, one of the only songs I've been able to listen since I no longer enjoy music that isn't painful: please stay until I'm gone, I'm here hold on, to me, I'm right here waiting and take my last one breath, and don't forget that I'll be right here, waiting.