I loved you. Yes.
How? More than I know you.
And now I don’t understand why.
Why did I suffer? Why did I cry? Why did I lie?
Poor girl, why are you so naive to believe in love?
Too many questions, too much pain – is it the real life?
What? Deep shit, very deep shit…yeah…fuck you, I mean it!
You didn’t know, but you were the music in my beating heart.
Day by day I was searching for you in million faces, but they weren’t you.
My happiness was in the way you smiled to me. It was perfect, more than perfect.
I loved you. Maybe, I’m still loving you. The emptiness inside is so confusing.
What can I do? What can I try to find the truth about me, about you.
Can this be my fairy tale? My happy one? At least once ?
Everyone can listen to me. But only you hear me.
When I stand next to you, it’s painful.
You know where I am. Come.
Come . Speak to me.
Come. Help me.
Come, Love, come.
After a month…
And now I know everything.
Everything about me, about you.
It’s easier, yes, all I needed was time.
Time to see I care about you, it’s not a love.
You are my friend and I’m yours, just friends.
I feel happy, I feel free, I feel I can change a world.
My world. I’ll find out what and where I was born to be .
I’ll be better person, better friend, better sister, better daughter.
The new begging is so exciting, a little scary, but that’s the only way for me.
And I like it.
zrancho
22 Окт 2009 г.
