We could not know we would get to this point. BarbaraGranty98, a passionate teenage pixel, leaves a letter (a fake-poem) stuck in a sticker located near the toilet in the dining room of her “best friend,” someone she used to call Mr.Mushy. While fleeing into the unknown is a painful task for our little heroine, she is wise enough to know that the temporary pain of losing the loved one is way better than the eternal suffering of trying to build something in vain with the wrong person. Read, in full, her progressive, passionate-independent transition and, after this, try to find the Barbara inside you with all your strength while you still have time for it!!!

What’s our plan, Mr.Mushy?
The party was interrupted for another blackout. 
Our once-illuminated minds now painted with silent interrogations
The seasoning is over and the drinks are so monotonous that they can be as tasty as pure water

What do we do now, Mr.Mushy?
The three words were not spoken in this meantime
and now they are like a train that has passed long ago
Reciting them (even if mechanically) for you would be meaningless
Because you just said that you need to quit for a few hours

You’re always coming and going, that’s okay.
This time, I already donned my armour
And even if nothing I’ve planned so bad works now
I swear I’ll be standing, chin up for the next midnight

What shall we do, Mr.Mushy?
I keep seeing your mistakes and it’s not a sin at all
Except when it causes a person to bleed

I see you dreaming. And that’s quite scary.
“Briefly” busy in a world where I’m not allowed to join in.
Technically, you’re already out of my life.
And apparently it looks like your BRB will take about 12 hours (again)

If you do not know how to return, at least send us a message
You may think I’m a fool, but in the end everything will fit, just wait
Then you see me in enthusiasm and find it funny, but
I wouldn’t look very shiny – or happy – on your friend shelf.

Faster than the taste of a strawberry chewing gum
Our flame was licked by the fine drizzle of autumn
I know that at this time, caramel-sweeties are begging for your company and you are satiating their empty minds because they fill yourselves with nonsenses as a pathetic attempt to plug the demanding hole of your heart and

Don’t you know that it’s like attempting to enhance the water’s taste?

It’s no use trying to look for a fair amount of myself in a hundred other smiles.
…mainly in other thousand wavelengths

I was there for you, twenty four seven
And you were the only one who did not tell it

PS: u rock