Hinfintom

It is possible that the world my think I am an idiot for doing this, for thinking this or, better said, for not telling you.

The day shall come in which I can finally forget you, the day in which I find the girl who can finally make me forget you.

But now your life is slowly being built there and mine can hardly begin back here, I don't blame you for that, after all: How could I?

Now I spend the nights thinking about going to meet you, try and do something for a change...do something about the way I feel about you.

But in the end, the sad truth is that every time I begin to meet somebody they have something that reminds me of you and makes me mess up everything.

Why am I trying to forget you? Because I’m a coward, and I’m afraid of having t olive with you in my mind while knowing I can never have you for real.

It was useless, to this date I haven’t found a girl who is even close to what you are, in the slightest… and that aint useful to try and forget you.

Empty words coming from the man who never told you what he truly felt; from te man who only looked at you and thought of you.

If I wasn’t waiting for the right time I was waiting for you to be out of a relationship, long periods of time, almost like eternity.

All those nights I stood thinking of her, wishing I could have her in my arms, wishing I could hug her or kiss her or just thinking about everything I feel become worthless.

She’s been a friend, a coleague, a muse, everything that she could be to me she was and still I never told her a thing about it… I wasn’t even close.

From being a complete stranger she became one of the most important persons in my life… she still is, after all this time.

I couldn’t care less, I mean, she was undoubtly pretty but I was betting I would never see her again… how naive.‬

P.S. tomorrow I shall retake my usual rhythm, on chapter a day.

But no matter how many times I think I might have said it I doubt it was true…if they were I at least don’t remember why I said it.