I do not feel like I have to do something, but I am related to her ; what kind of monster would I be if I did not say anything ?
However, I cannot. We may be close, because she is a girl, younger than me, and because I have ever fallen in love and had my heart broken, but we (both, but me a little more) have this education that make us very... distant to each other.
I only hug people who do not belong to my family. Exceptions to my cousin when we meet after looong months without seeing each other. Why should I talk about "love affair" with her ?
Somewhere in my heart, I wish she could read all my words about Them. Just to know, just to deliver herself from her pain. She must have mourned a lot, she must have been lost, she must have wanted someone like me. She has always loved me...
Anyways, I cannot really be sure she wants to talk about it. I know break-ups are always difficult. Even if you are the one who leave. As far as I am aware, she hates him. She feels fooled. And I understand it so much, I thought I was fooled too, a few months ago... Time is passing by. But it feels like my story took place last century.
Boys have this ability to be so unkind and to be totally unaware of it. At least, the one who breaks up with her.
I am mealy-mouthed. In fact, it seems like I wanted him to be absolutely well-aware of my heartache. And I kept saying that I did not care. I was the unkind in my story.
Love affairs are so complicated.
[Ne vous offusquez pas de cet article. Il a été écrit en pensant à elle, ma cousine. Et il est aussi fait en entraînement pour mon épreuve de LV1 de demain. Vive le bac. Je ne me suis pas relue ; si quelqu'un voit une faute plus grosse que moi, qu'il le dise. =D]
Les histoires d'amour brisent beaucoup de choses, sûrement pour en faire naître de nouvelles. En tout les cas, celle ci m'apprend tant de choses. Je suis un peu bizarre aujourd'hui, je l'ai vu. J'ai un peu de mal à écrire. Mais juste merci quoi =)