It has been more then six months since we broke up,
I mean since you broke up with me.
And during those six months there still hasn't been a day I didn't think about you. Everything still reminds me of you.
Every single bird that flies by.
Every song I hear, all the words appeal to you.
Every new place I discover, I wish I would discover it with you.
Every great new person I meet, I wish you could get to know them too.
Every new painting I make, I want to show and explain it to you.
Only you.
Always only you.
-Tereza Balatkova
Feb 18, 2018
Feb 18, 2018 at 4:49 AM UTC
It has been more then six months since we broke up,
I mean since you broke up with me.
And during those six months there still hasn't been a day I didn't think about you. Everything still reminds me of you.
Every single bird that flies by.
Every song I hear, all the words appeal to you.
Every new place I discover, I wish I would discover it with you.
Every great new person I meet, I wish you could get to know them too.
Every new painting I make, I want to show and explain it to you.
Only you.
Always only you.
-Tereza Balatkova
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