Once there was an angel

Well... I wanted to treat you like a fuckin brother. I’m afraid this may not be possible. Doesn’t matter the day, the place, the mood I am when I get into your view something just comes up and: Here we go again... Feeling my intense passion and messing my head up.

Yeah. I hate the fact that I can’t forget you. I hate even more to have no relevant reasons to do it. Safety. Love. True. That’s what I feel when I have your face in front of mine. But for God sakes! Whatever that has brought us here doesn’t let me continue.

Sometimes I think I’m complicated enough to justify your absence, others, I Just want to hug you, feel you. Like a friend, like a sister, like someone who you can always trust.

But no. There is the damn atraction. What about it? If he touches me too close we loose control. And God knows my obsession for control. This one is completely justified. C’mon! when we’re lost in love with a guy he gets the power to do whatever he wants with our lives. No. I can’t deal with it.

The most funny is how I miss all the moments when rationality did not matter. It was out of question. Maybe the passion was stronger, maybe my confiance was easier to get, maybe I believed more in life... Maybe I was just younger.

Does’nt matter the maybe. One thing I can be certain: You’re someone that is kept in my mind and in my heart like a rock. You wouldn't go away from my memories even if I begged you to. 

Then just try to remember to think about me once in a while.

Cause my Love doesn't change. I can tell that I learned what is like to love a stupid teenager with you. But you know? No regrets. Let it be.

Of course I’m not mentioning the destiny of my words... Oh, but  he would know. If this fuckin son of a bitch read it he would get it was for him in the first word. I am not capable to say I Love you when I dont feel and this person is by my side all the time and keeps listening to this phrase.

With Love.

B.S.