It might be better away. Yes, perhaps the argument with which I help validate your goodbye forever to get you out of me. Yes, maybe life will surprise me with the sun at the end of the road, maybe ... Needless to one millimeter in any of the hemispheres of my brain to think of a solution. There is blood in my two ventricles do not burn furiously, in symbol of what you taught me to live. I was always the same, do not be surprised by this statement. I'm it that you loved (or so you say feel) I am. Know I feel a stampede on the skeleton to realize that you're with another. I who drew his sword and his shield to protect you, if that invisible shield, so strong for your prescencia, which deacidification in tears because of your absence ... my soul. If I am, I who still loves you, I who drank his tears, which punished the doubt, I who waited patiently all night love. I, if that to which the parents for protection when not let out my prescencia claimed loudly audible only by me. If you love me who spent more than half of the day prisoner would attend high school. If my love. No you can see me? Can not you feel the love I gave you? Perhaps in this life do not leave anything to me, if so I would be totally unsuccessful. Because then you will not be able to return anything. If no memory is then you will be useless ... we will have played the love thinking that we love, but only relidad was a storm of kisses. My love, do not you, but I love you until the pain in the bones, to the torment of the soul, to the memories that still do not know why I consider reality. I'm totally sore, tired and frankly your attitude is also a bit disgusted. Did not see my face if I knew that I see in you? I saw in you the face of the man I love. For the first time I could stand and fight. My love, because it will be my now and forever ... Thanks for teaching me to live for love not to die for him. Thanks for so much life, so much laughter, so much compassion for now before my desperate desolation! Thanks for teaching me to love .. So always, always live in me.
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