Mr. Bunny

Y usted, ¿también está esperando algo que no sucederá?

“I want you by my side, so that I never feel alone again.”

“I waited For something That never came And have only myself To blame for The disappointment”

“Is it foolish to think that you’ll still come back?”

“i hate how my days start with you in my head and end without you next to me.”

“Am I in love?—yes, since I am waiting. The other one never waits. Sometimes I want to play the part of the one who doesn’t wait; I try to busy myself elsewhere, to arrive late; but I always lose at this game. Whatever I do, I find myself there, with nothing to do, punctual, even ahead of time. The lover’s fatal identity is precisely this: I am the one who waits.”

After all this time, I’m still waiting for you to call me and say you’re sorry and you haven’t had a day where you haven’t thought about the way I used to hold you. Or even for you to just show up at my door and hug me, and in that hug I’ll understand everything. But in reality, I know the longer I wait, the more you’re getting used to your life without me. You’re happier without me as the time goes on.