pic: Lyna Scheynius
Y te dejaré ir, muriendome por dentro...
Aún así, no creo que pueda dejar de quererte.
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A lot of time has passed since I stopped feeling your breath, but I cannot deny that I wish you more than ever, that I miss you and that I hate you and I love you at the same time. I can't deny either that hurts me to think that only was, that isn't and that maybe not will be..though for me, after everything good and worse, I still want that it returns to be... Masochism, madness, love, call it what you want, but it is the fucking truth which day after day I try to disguise with a smile, but it's not possible to deny the evidence. And what more annoys me is that I know that deep in you, you think like me and that you don't act because you have fear of being wrong. Yes, I believe that name does not have any more than this. But probably you're not the only one.. This fear that drowns me.. This fear I have to see you disappear from me without any motive, because your own insecurity and still immaturity acting for you, making earn the reason to the heart and not the heart to the reason like the "theory" says it should be, and I say theoretically because, for what I see, you don't put into practice. And if really everything what I think and say is not true, look at my eyes and say me that already you don't feel anything for me, that I haven't even been important for you. Say to me that everything what you were saying and doing with me was false, and that already you don't want me and you don't even want to know anything about me...
And I will leave you to go, dying within...
Though, I don't believe that I could stop loving you.