The other half

Unfinished romance. Connection of souls. Nothing matters, though. The feelings are the same. You cannot sleep in the middle of night and you think of the other person. And you dance or drink or eat and accidentally you remember the other half and a mig sadness hat comes sits over you covering even your kidney and liver. And then you just feel like a doll. Stop communicating but remember each other in most awkward moments. The other man. The other secret life. They know the true each other. Loads of looks, little talk. Problems with demons. Unexplained attraction due to unexpressed desires and words. Not forgiving each other. Hoping the other understands the untold. 

There are moments you had, thinks you did, that are too sacred to be repeated. You are even afraid to remember because you are afraid it might hurt your past. And you tell no one about this half, and the secrets you shared.  T

You have spent very little time together, and still, it was so good, so special. And the most important thing is to stop there, leave all as it is.And keep this. For a life. To cry over films and songs.