As everything in this life, what it starts, it has an end.
For times it has things that it finish excessively late, however, has others that finish without really having started.
It has those things that we want that it finish soon, then, we saw, we proved and we perceive that it's not this that we look for.
But it has others at last…, these we want exactly that never finished, we desire them forever!
This is a thing that I desired to have, per very and many years with me.
I would like to be able to say “is mine! ”, but unhappyly it's not possible.
Now I suffer. I cry unhappy with the pain provoked for this space, although busy, it's not being enjoyed.
The only thing that remained, had been your marks in my life, your footprints in my destination, the love, that for moments was corresponded, but that it left, so fast how much it entered…
Yes, because he's something that I Love and desire, it's part of me, but it resists in not delivering itself, for a reason that I unaware of, he doesn't want or cannot deliver!
Dull thing, this one that calls “Love”.
Will be the Man a being that he needs to suffer to give value what he has?
What that it makes him happy?
why a love of two peoples cannot remain together??
why that the two have to suffer??
I don't wait a reply, I only WAIT YOU.
I LOVE YOU !!
FM