For Lara

In the end it all comes to nothing. We end where we have began. In nothingness, with nothing, feeling nothing.
We shouldn't give our lives away to someone we haven't even met. To someone who stole us away, but still someone that cannot touch us.
And just because we are only humans, we are greedy, selfish and completely out of mind, losing control of time, feelings, ourselves. Haven't you notice the most obvious of all obvious things- that in fact, everything is changing at extremely huge speed, without any restrictions? That we, as creatures of vulnerable hearts and huge desire for love, started to lose our minds, our common sense, our fucking logic?!
Where did it go? Who has all these things now? When did it happen? How could we possibly let that happen? Did love blind both of us so much, that we forgot the reason of our journey?
We couldn't possibly love. Not them. Not now. Not like this. There was no possible way of working that out. It was something we could run away to, it was something new and something different. Our escapes, our dreams and matrix-like experiences. But whatever happens in Matrix, stays in Matrix. It could of been love, but with people of dream-like quality, with people who were never ours to have, who were never parts of our lives, ''lover''.
We could hurt them, we could make them laugh and upset them. But didn't they do the same things to us? Couldn't they just think of us as escapes? And escapes aren't always permanent. They aren't always real. Sometimes, they don't even exist. And, so, if we didn't exist for them, why should they exist for us?
Of course, it's going to hurt like a motherfucker, but we will make it our own way, we will be ''better tomorrow''. Each and every night is adequate to one chapter of our story that we finish writing. It will end sooner that we expect it to end. Inhale. Exhale. Let go.
I'm not saying that we will be all right in a day or two. It needs time. We need time. And when everything will be healed and the only thing left will be simple curiosity, we can always escape, to them, to the things we wanted to have and do with them. We can always escape to the past dreams of future. See, sometimes, future is past even before present happens.
Lover, there's a heaven above us. We'll manage.
We have each other. Our situations are the same, but with completely different people.
We are strong. We can let them go.

...And please don't cry.