I write you because, for me, writing is easier to talk. Well, speaking eye to eye are missing conversations and time we have had very little to be careful to not miss anything. I do this mail a letter, a letter of clarification of ideas and thoughts, in a letter that I, out of respect for you and me, talk (as always I am talking to a few) from what I feel, and felt that for me it is important to tell you. Feeling the will to do it, then, the closing of a chapter in the history of my life ... talking with a friend, with someone special and I am part of it. We must always know when a stage comes to an end ... If you insist to stay in it more time than necessary, we lose the joy and sense of other steps that we live. Why do I need you, is not by what you give me, but for what they're for me. Ending cycles, shutting doors, ending chapters. No matter the name we give, what matters is to leave in the past the moments of life that has ended. Has anyone told me that we are no museums to live in the past. So, no more talk of pains and sorrows, revive chapters that have final. You can spend a long time asking yourself why this happened ... Why did you hurt? Why does it hurts? Because I devoted so much time to someone who does not give you value? Why is the life, you become skeptical about the people and relationships? Why are you involved with certain people of whom were not in mutual feelings? (This perhaps answer: to escape loneliness.):) Feelings, relationships, heart, love ... Themes are always so sensitive, are not they? We have suffered. Me too. (Who goes through life and not suffer, is for life and not live. What a nice phrase!) Everything that we will make of us what we are today, but the today makes us what we are tomorrow and I try to improve me by the day, every moment, at all levels and aspects.I am not perfect, neither more nor less, neither better nor worse than anyone but I try to be as correct as possible with the people who I like and that, by the same reason, mean something to me, because they are special. The now not back: we can not be little forever, teenagers, lovers revive it, night and day, a connection with anyone who has gone and has no intention of returning or, and you can back up but ... I´ll tell you from experience that it will never be equal, will never be pure ... there is already so much around that creates a lack of credibility ... The things are, and what we do best is really to let them go ... Give them wings to fly. Learn from them and grow, making us, well, free. Like the good, the good look. Everything in this world is a visible manifestation of the invisible world, of what is happening here in the heart ... When I give up some souvenirs, open space for others to take the place. Let them go. Release. Loosen. I need more drop. Because seems strange that even we did not practically no relationship, hit bottom ... Strangely you touched me, opened my heart and showed me that we can always go back to love. But I do not owe deveste or anything. Hence, I don 't have charged or copper. Hence, no grounds to treat you badly, be cool or "idiot" for not having what wanted. No one play in this life with marked cards. So, sometimes we win, others lose ... Things are so simple. What makes them? What is and what is not, is not. Why force them? I not expecting you to return the hope that I give, or that you go out trying to find out who I am and who understand my love or return the value that I give you. Maybe not really show what you feel to know this is floor quicksand and not land. Every fears that have say you have, all the doubts, all these questions your interior, I also have. It was not that why you quit, it was not why I do not want to risk ... But enough ... I'm tired. I just want to be happy ... love and be loved. Easy, easy ... In love there is calm ... There is no obligation. There needs. Waiting and waiting for you every day, every month I will only poisoning and killing me little by little and that was real desire, desire becomes platonic, an illusion. You involving you with other people, you live your life and your day to day and I am here, stopped, waiting for my moment.
It is ironic, and moreover, hurts. I think you know to be "colored friend" is not my kind. I´m not the kind of physical passions. Before starting a new chapter, we must conclude the former. And this mail will go with that intention. To end that the cycle ... Not because of pride, of the inability, or arrogance, but because I simply do not fit this history. I close the door, change the disc. I´m not hoping for you to reply to this mail. It was just sent to you as if by telepathy I will speak my mind to you. Just goes to read as the transmission of thoughts. Because I know what you think without you having to tell me. Everthing that comes, comes when is for some reason ... I believe in destiny. To cross my path was also for some reason ... I accept the distance, the silence, your attempts to be happy, without any of elbow pain. And I hope that can be. And you will be so! What I hope for me, I also wish for you, for your sincerity in twice. You are special! Believe that I am and I will always be cheering for you in the front seat as a friend forever...
