Them and me are like parallel lines in a vast universe. We move in the same direction but rarely touch. In the quiet, poetic air of France, I reflected on these paths. Some people left a permanent mark on my soul. Others simply passed through like shadows. This realization is more than just a thought. It is a profound internal architecture for my spirit. Every departure helped me process the tectonic shifts of my life. As a sensitive soul, I keep old loves in a box of wishes. I found beauty in the erosion of our shared time. This process led me to a stable, Malachite peace. Understanding the space between them and me gives me clarity. Within these silent intervals, the spirit finally finds its rhythm.
Oni i Ja
Naravno da ih ima, zaista ih ima bezbroj. Smijem se dok o njima razmišljam, ali taj smijeh skriva duboku i tihu bol, mnogo veću nego što bih ikada željela priznati sebi ili drugima. Bilo je ljudi u mom životu koji su ostavili dubok i trajan trag.
Ne mislim često na njih, ali ponekad mi se neki lik neočekivano pojavi u glavi na kratko, najčešće kad vidim zajednički zagrljaj ili čujem smijeh koji se nekada odražavao i na mom licu, kao da se dio njihove radosti prenosi i na mene.
Ponekad se prisjetim određenih scena iz prošlosti, ali te uspomene su poput prošlih dana koje brzo ostavim iza sebe, poput broda koji isplovljava iz luke, ne osvrćući se nazad.
Kad odlazim, nasmijem se kroz suzne oči, ne kažem ništa, ali jasno čujem njihove riječi: “Sretan put, javi se.” Duboko u sebi znam da oni znaju kako se nikada neću vratiti nazad.
Oni i ja i dalje postojimo kao dvije paralelne linije koje se možda nikada neće ukrstiti. Ne razgovaramo niti se viđamo, ali duboko u sebi znam da ponekad i oni i ja pomislimo na one zajedničke dane.
Osjećam njihovu tihu ljutnju zbog moje odluke da odem, ali ne znaju da sam ih ipak zadržala u svojoj kutiji punoj lijepih želja za njihove buduće puteve i živote. I dalje ih volim, iako sam ih izbrisala iz svog svakodnevnog svijeta.
Eux et Moi
Bien sûr qu’il y en a, vraiment des centaines. Je ris en y pensant, mais ce rire cache une douleur profonde et silencieuse. Il y a eu des personnes dans ma vie qui ont laissé une empreinte profonde et durable.
Je ne pense pas souvent à eux, mais parfois un visage me revient à l’esprit de manière inattendue, souvent lorsque je vois un câlin partagé ou j’entends un rire qui autrefois se reflétait aussi sur mon visage.
Parfois, je me rappelle certaines scènes du passé, mais ces souvenirs sont comme des jours révolus que je laisse rapidement derrière moi, comme un bateau quittant le port, sans se retourner.
Quand je pars, je souris à travers les larmes, je ne dis rien, mais j’entends clairement leurs mots : “Bon voyage, tiens-nous au courant.” Profondément en moi, je sais qu’ils savent que je ne reviendrai jamais en arrière.
Eux et moi continuons d’exister comme deux lignes parallèles qui ne se croiseront peut-être jamais. Nous ne parlons pas et ne nous voyons pas, mais profondément en moi je sais que parfois eux et moi pensons aux jours passés.
Je ressens leur colère silencieuse face à ma décision de partir, mais ils ne savent pas que je les ai pourtant gardés dans ma boîte remplie de beaux souhaits pour leur futur. Je les aime toujours, même si je les ai retirés de mon quotidien.
Them and I
Of course they exist, truly countless. I laugh when I think of them, but that laughter hides a deep and silent pain. There were people in my life who left a deep and lasting mark.
I don’t often think of them, but sometimes a face unexpectedly appears in my mind for a brief moment, often when I see a shared hug or hear a laugh that once reflected on my own face.
Sometimes I recall certain scenes from the past, but those memories are like days gone by that I quickly leave behind, like a ship leaving the harbor without looking back.
When I leave, I smile through teary eyes, say nothing, but clearly hear their words: “Safe journey, keep in touch.” Deep inside, I know they understand that I will never return.
They and I continue to exist as two parallel lines that may never cross. We do not talk or meet, but deep inside I know that sometimes they and I think of the shared days.
I feel their silent anger at my decision to leave, but they do not know that I have kept them in my box full of beautiful wishes for their future. I still love them, even though I erased them from my daily world.