Klinkt zo bekend allemaal ! "1 ding is zeker" we moeten door Hans ... we moeten blijven vechten tegen deze onbehagelijke gevoelens van gemis en onzekerheid. De tijd zal alles beetje bij beetje moeten vervagen, wat zo nu en dan gewoon bijna niet te geloven is (maar het moet!)

Heel veel sterkte kerel komende tijd en veel blijven praten en communiceren erover.

PLAY PRETEND

Let’s play a little game for a while. Let’s play my favorite game. Let’s play pretend. The rules are easy:
Let’s pretend for a second that you don’t love her. Pretend that she isn’t part of our lives. Let’s pretend for a second that I’m the one that’s happy all the time. Pretend that I’m not the one suffering for love but the one that’s been held and loved. Pretend for a second, that you don’t love, you love me. And pretend, just pretend, that I don’t feel the same.
Let’s pretend that you’re the one in pain every time you see me with the guy I love. That you have to endure the kisses he gives me and the intimate way he touches me. Pretend that we don’t have more inside jokes ‘cuz all I can remember are the ones I have with him. Pretend that you’re not as important in my life as you used to be ‘cuz now all I think about is him.
Let’s pretend you feel so jealous, ‘cuz I’m you entire world but he’s the one holding me, kissing me, loving me. Pretend you hate him. Pretend you wanna scream to the world that you love me, but you kept shut when you had the chance, maybe it was for the best, maybe it wasn’t, pretend you don’t know.
Pretend that you have to put up a mask every time you see us together, so that I won’t know how much it kills you that I’m not yours. Pretend that you wish your best friend was more than that. Pretend I’m happy with the way things are. Pretend I’m the reason you used to wake up to go to school for. Pretend that I’m the one that makes you smile and that my voice makes your knees go weak.
Pretend that you think no one will ever love me like you do. Pretend that you feel like nothing else matters when I’m with you. Pretend that you feel like crying when I look at him, pretend you’re angry because you can’t move on. Pretend that you don’t want to move on.
Pretend that if you could stop time for a second, it’d be a second you spent just with me. Pretend that if you could go back and tell me you love, you would.
If you wanna know how I feel about you, just play pretend ‘cuz this is the way I feel. It isn’t that pretty, is it?