Tell him....

Tell him that I’ve moved  to another city, say that you saw me too happy, so don’t tell him that I freaked out and neither that I was going crazy, don't let him know that I am dying little by little, invents a story as you want,  but don't tell the truth, tell him that now I live on the beach, that I live the life I've always dreamed and asked God...tell him that I've found peace and you saw me smiling.. I just want him to remember our beautiful moments, cos this suffering is mine, and it won't be devided.. this is the pure truth I love and I miss.