My letter, my last words to you.

I keep going being throw to the days trying and surviving daily doing my choices.

I look at my hands, my window, my face in a mirror and deliberate about my consciousness.

I cry when I realize where the place I am and what I conquested or not, I cry for trying to reach my purpose, I'm a chaos, completely full of ways and I don't know where to go.

But, at the end of the day after all 

                                         I think about you. 

I wish, I hope, I imagine

                           I am longing...

You're not my sweet escape and I'm not trying to runaway of my life, but anyway my last thinking is you.

I would like to get tired of you, I need that you give up on me, in all the ways that you have me because in that way I would be obliged to forget you. I can't do it by myself, I only know that I want you.

Set me free

                    oh, no please...

I can't be just your friend

                                        I love you 

I feel so stupid but is the only truth I know at the moment.

When I think about death I feel ready, but one second after that I remeber you so I realize the injustice of that.

All the good things about love, all the caring, conversations, gifts, jokes, parties, remarkable moments, friendship, everything that make me smile or cry with the heart, all my plans of future is at the touch of a hand and a pair of eyes, you, only and just you.

Maybe I had imaginate a lot of us to preject this feeling, may be not real in every single way, I know... But oh Lord how I love you and I'll carry you in my heart. I'm sorry...