It's been almost 20 years and I still think. I wonder how my life would have been with you? Would I be happier, would I laugh more, would I suppress less boredom? Tell me, do you have any idea?
Among all the men I loved, you managed to remain my pledge. Last night I saw you in a dream; I had time to not taste. Do you know what I thought? They are my deepest desires trying to get life and punch me in my ear: Come on, do something, you still love!
I do not want to write to you, I do not want to tell you how much I want to go back to you and me! It's been so long in the middle, so long that I've been trying to say that I'm fine, that I love myself, I'm calm and you're no longer in my focus. MASHTRIMEEE ... I still love you damn it!
What i mean and i; everything has its time. If we really did, why did we split? If I really love you, how can I stay so long for you? Why did not I ask you, do not ask me why we did not ask for it? Or do not love so, do not endure, wait, do not rush? I do not know. I do not know anything.
I've heard that you're fine, that you like to surprise you, to pamper your hair and to walk all three: you, she and the dog. Know your name, Lucky or not? I know so much about you, for you and him (I refuse to say YOU) but I do not know how to get back to you. Sometimes I think I just chose not to do it. Would I have left it? Maybe, but I prefer not to.
I was overwhelming. Deep within myself I believed as you received from day to day you would come back. You taught me that, despite everything, knock on my door and go back again. Just one day I did not hear that tapping ...
