There was a moment when i thought... this is too good to be true
is very hard to find such things like that, with the ambiguity of the mood
and why does it have to end?... it's true that one draws its own path
and is hard to come across when you put obstacles on it.. but it is
harder to face the consecuences of it. the sadness of the loss...
the pain of the lonelyness, when the only thing that kept you going forward is gone
it might seem like a major thing, whe it actually was something as casual
as a late night drink in week night watching an old movie
And when the thought came to my senses that it had to stop... I never did...
because comfort makes lazy and leads to a backwards road
to whom this letters make sense... I shall confess, I was a little bit in love with the situation
but then again it vanishes through time, and there is no coming back
No second chance will be given like the last time..
And I might never stop trying to get it back, because there was a part of it that felt like
the meaning of the emptiness and that hole on the routine... that afternoon laugh crawling through my cheeks
and the guilt of it.
I will never forget.
