Dear Lawrence,
Have you known that you are still on my mind? When all the lights are turned off and I'm lying alone in my bed, I sometimes see your amazing smile and hear your warm voice, I feel your passionate kiss on my lips and then I realize that it's only my imagination, my memory, my obsession... and my eyes are filled with tears, tears of pain and regret. I'd rather turn into stone, stones don't feel anything - no fear, no suffering.
Do you remember our dating in Cracow? We were sitting in the cafe, drinking red wine and laughing a lot. And suddenly you told me, "you must get to know my family in Scotland". I can't forget your words, which gave me hope, thanks to them I thought you loved me true, responsible love. And I said, "why not?".
A few months later,when you knew my heart belonged to yours, you said to me, "Things have changed, my sweetie. I don't know how to put it, but yo know, I'm deeply in love with another wonderful girl. "
"Do I know her?", I asked and my voice seemed so strange and cold. To my surprise, I got a positive answer and you added quickly that you're sure all of us can be friends. It was a shock - this wonderful girl was an American teacher of English (who also worked at NLU in Nowy Sącz). In this way the volunteer from Peace Corps "took" my boyfriend. Did you have an idea that your choice turned my broken heart into stone? No, you didn't.
You went to Scotland next summer, got married and disappeared from my life for good. In a sense, a Polish girl failed with an American one, Poland was beaten by the USA (0 : 1) - it seemed a total disaster - I really felt it this way, Lawrence.
That's the end of my confession - I would be happy if you could read it. If it happened, forgive me my sincerity...
Yours,
Amelia
Have you known that you are still on my mind? When all the lights are turned off and I'm lying alone in my bed, I sometimes see your amazing smile and hear your warm voice, I feel your passionate kiss on my lips and then I realize that it's only my imagination, my memory, my obsession... and my eyes are filled with tears, tears of pain and regret. I'd rather turn into stone, stones don't feel anything - no fear, no suffering.
Do you remember our dating in Cracow? We were sitting in the cafe, drinking red wine and laughing a lot. And suddenly you told me, "you must get to know my family in Scotland". I can't forget your words, which gave me hope, thanks to them I thought you loved me true, responsible love. And I said, "why not?".
A few months later,when you knew my heart belonged to yours, you said to me, "Things have changed, my sweetie. I don't know how to put it, but yo know, I'm deeply in love with another wonderful girl. "
"Do I know her?", I asked and my voice seemed so strange and cold. To my surprise, I got a positive answer and you added quickly that you're sure all of us can be friends. It was a shock - this wonderful girl was an American teacher of English (who also worked at NLU in Nowy Sącz). In this way the volunteer from Peace Corps "took" my boyfriend. Did you have an idea that your choice turned my broken heart into stone? No, you didn't.
You went to Scotland next summer, got married and disappeared from my life for good. In a sense, a Polish girl failed with an American one, Poland was beaten by the USA (0 : 1) - it seemed a total disaster - I really felt it this way, Lawrence.
That's the end of my confession - I would be happy if you could read it. If it happened, forgive me my sincerity...
Yours,
Amelia
