I hate when this happens, to have a dream and to feel that it was true and even when you are awake, you looked just like ah! Of course, I swear I felt the smell of your hair on my chest.
That I remember that I remember after so long, it's as if even my brain lives in those moments, frozen but without consent, used to do mischief without restraint with my feelings.
Our relatives were right, I have not yet died of love even though thinking that way, at least I thought so, I would have killed you for recovering your beautiful eyes.
I do not see in the neck I see your social networks, each photo surpasses the previous one in how happy you are coming out! That's why it does not come out to me, that is, I was not born to write to you, even to think about bothering what you built, after you left wisely, obviously I only saw, after hurting awkwardly, after all being happy is what I should demand from you , and if you are already and if you are already happy without me, I can not contradict you.
Last night while I was sleeping under God, and he told me that you have already forgotten about me and yes, thank God I do not believe in God anymore, so I forgot his voice and I fell asleep to dream about here.
You looked just like ah! Of course, I swear I have felt the smell of your hair on my chest, and in fact the cigar in your bitter memory, is all that I leave and you return however.
Hey! I'll wait for you so you do not know, so I have to do it in the form of I love you thousands of masks, I'll do them, and I'll wear them when I have to any woman who does not deserve my dry face Eaa!
And I do not care how many years pass, how many children do I have, I will be? waiting for you.
And I will not care who you marry, how old are you? Waiting for you.
And I do not care how much time it is, nor how do you see me I'll be? Waiting for you.
And I do not care what our age is, I'll be waiting for you to ask for another opportunity.
I hate when this happens, to have a dream and to feel that it was true even when you are awake, forty years later and I still think about you and I begin to think that it is time to forget about your kisses.
At least I did not lose my sense of humor, because my sense of love without you, no longer makes sense of course, and while you're alive and while I'm not dead, even if you do not know I'll keep waiting for the perfect moment, I still have the cards you made that Christmas, to show you in case another opportunity joins us, although you may prefer to be alone, but if you are not happy in your photos, you will return in person because ...
I do not care how many years pass, how many children do I have? waiting for you.
And I will not care who you marry, how old are you? Waiting for you.
And I do not care how much time it is, nor how do you see me I'll be? Waiting for you.
And I do not care what our age is, I'll be waiting for you to ask for another opportunity.
It was a cloudy morning, an old woman was crying inconsolably, in an epitaph that prayed, that here is someone I love, a woman who lost and I hope, until the last breath she had left.
But he never thought what she thought, and is that for years she for the also expected, never approached because in his happy picture it was noticeable, and after all?
That was what she wanted too.
Only among all we can make this a better place :)