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I´m sitting in the exact same place you left me. I´m sitting in best dress, the blue one you like so much, and my best shoes, my hair is done up and I´m just there, waiting.
And I don´t know what I´m waiting for because I told you to leave. I told you not to come back , I told you that I didn´t want you. I said goodbye. But I´m still waiting. I´m still sitting where you left me.
I´ll try to walk chin up and up-right. I´ll stand tall because , after all, and after what is done, it is I who made the monsters. And I chose to walk alone. I chose it, not you.
And as I try to walk I begin to realize that the first steps are the hardest. They are the ones that I can´t take alone. They are the ones that require all of what I still have in me and everyone that will take my hand and say it will get easier. I take my first steps with them. I will take them by my side.
As time goes by my steps become firmer. I walk taller. I don´t need such strenght. I´m better now. I feel that I can do it. And be free.
I can move on.
I want to move on.
I want not to like you.