He...

He likes to walk free. And everytime he walks next to me I want to have his hand in mine...

He likes to see the world. And everytime he does, I just want to see myself through him...

He likes to tell stories. And everytime he does, sometimes I don´t listen, sometimes I can´t hear a thing he is saying, I just see his lips moving, silence... and a voice in my head telling me "how perfect can you be?" He don´t think of me as much as I think of him. But if he could count the minutes I dream of him during the day, the day itself wouldn´t be enough... He don´t need me that much. Me instead, need his lips and his arms and his jokes and his voice and his body his smile and everything he is to feel alive.

He rises his eyebrows when he is serious. He likes to walk with his hands on his pockets. He likes to talk about a lot of things, my favorites are when he is simply funny. He has a very thin body, (I just want to have it in my arms every second). When he is sitted, he likes to put his hands on his face, I don´t know why, but he looks lovely. He don´t know that when he is looking somewhere else, I stare at his hands, and think: "how I wish I was everything he wants to see". And when he is sitted, and he takes my hand, my heart goes to the sun and to the stars and its still there. He don´t know that when we are watching tv, I just want to take the remote off his hands, and be inside his arms, and breath his air, and see his beautiful eyes, and kiss him like the first time, and kiss him like we do...

The day is not enough to be with you. When we´re apart, I want to be with you again and again, and never be away. Sometimes I want to say things do things I don´t because I feel like is not the right time, and that the right time will come. Sometimes I´m afraid of loving you so much, and that you don´t love me the same. But the truth is, that I´m falling so hard for you. I love you. I completely adore you. I don´t even have words that can describe the way you make me feel. There isn´t. The truth is, I want to love you like I´ve never loved anyone. I want to feel like there´s no evil between us. I want to love you with any regret. I want to love you with all my heart and soul. I want you to be the only thing I want to remember.

This might be too soon. Wheater is for some time, or forever (which I hope), this thing between you and me, to me is just.... perfect, like I said before, It just can´t get any better...

Yes Im a little girl, I´m naive, I need to grow up still. I might be little and everything, but believe me, I have a big heart with your name being written all over. I madly love you.

This is a dangerous thing. Love is a dangerous game. But I´m willing to take that risk. Are you?

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”

Evolución

El cambio, viene en cada momento, en cada segundo. Seguramente he cambiado, no soy la misma de hace 5 años, ni la misma hace 3 ni la misma hace 1 año. Seguro he cambiado. Seguro algunas personas no cambian, y son lo mismo, y sienten lo mismo todo el tiempo. Sin embargo yo, seguro he cambiado. Me han pasado tantas cosas en estos últimos 5 años, que no sabría ni por donde empezar. Y empezar es lo más dificil de todo, cada proyecto toma distintas direcciones, y se divide en otras y en otras y asi sucesivamente, hasta que olvidamos el porqué iniciamos esos proyectos. Empezar sobre todo en algo nuevo, trabajar en un nuevo lugar, estudiar en una nueva universidad, amar de nuevo a alguien diferente, todos los comienzos requieren una energía extra, un empuje, una fuerza externa que haga que todo continúe. He empezado tantas veces, y he termiado también el mismo número, no con la misma energía, ni con el mismo motivo que esperé, ni con las mismas fuerzas, ni con la misma visión. Seguro he cambiado, en algunos aspectos para bien, en otros... para mal. Pero creo que hasta para las mariposas que aún no vuelan, hasta para las lluvias que aún no han caído, el cambio no siempre será lo que uno espera, pero seguro será algo que nos hará llegar al siguiente paso. Ni siquiera se si vale la pena escribir de esto, o preguntarme de que tan importante es el cambio, o el tiempo, y aún así, perder el tiempo o no, sigo pensando en estas cosas, y sigo tratando de encontrar las respuestas en el cielo, o en un arcoiris, en una mirada, en un abrazo, y trato de unir todo para encontar un sentido de vivir.

"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever dared to dream before.”