#iwritethis

Enamórate de mí, no cuando lleve tacones altos y un vestido ajustado, 

sino cuando no los tenga.

Desearía, también, que te enamores de mí en el momento en el que no trate de impresionar a nadie,

en el preciso instante en el que mi mirada cruce con la del sol y sonría al infinito.

Cuando el atardecer se oculte detrás de mi oreja izquierda junto a ese pequeño tatuaje

y encuentres unos cuantos secretos en mi cabello desordenado,

cuando capture tus besos con mi palma ansiosa 

y los guarde para regresártelos en el momento que crea necesario,

justo ahí, entonces, enamórate de mí.

They always said you need someone who shakes your world.

But you never listened,

So how would you know?

How should I know?

Romanticism is not for everybody

Nor for every body.

However, you knew well.

Distance has never been a problem for two people who want to be close. 

You were ice and I was fire. 

You were thunders and I was rainbows.

Logic was never our friend, or maybe she was.

Sometimes life doesn't make sense until someone enlightens you,

Then you see everything clear.

Life is good and I am here to stay. 

I was that kind of person who learned how to enjoy the rain,

How to save a soul,

How to kiss a smile,

How to make you feel warm,

How to love a hopeless heart.

Stories can have more than one ending, though.

One that means happiness for both of the characters. 

After a time, you appreciate the words,

The voices, the peace and the laughs that come with them. 

You realize life is good when you look up to the sky and feel my hand over your skin, and you smile.

Please let me go.

I know we loved each other through our dark and bright days, but darling, I don’t love you anymore.

We sat at the corner of our kitchen and saw our lives slipped through our fingers as they were the smoke we exhaled from our lungs all these years.

Please let me go.

We were one, but we should have known better. This story had its ending months ago, but we didn’t realize that because we were so focus on being well than feeling happy.

Oh baby, we stopped making ourselves happy when we started yelling in our own house and when we started making feeling each other uncomfortable in our own skin.

Please let me go.

Do not pronounce my name out loud or in whisper. Forget it while you are dreaming about a new life where I’m not part of and you are of course happy. Remember your unbroken smile before you met me.

Baby, I know I hurt you, but you hurt me too. And we have to understand this is not a competition, this is life and we must go on. Life will pass by even if you don’t want to walk and stay still. Life will pass by with or without you. Life will pass by and you will lose amazing days without any reason. Go take her hand and try this time not to drop it.

<<Non ricordi me? Io e te stiamo insieme da tre anni,Abby. Volevamo sposarci. Mi amavi tanto e io anche ti amo.>> <<Mi dispiace davvero tanto. Però non voglio che tu te ne vada. Resta,ok?>> <<Certo,resterò.>> <<La memoria potrebbe ritornare.>>

<<Lo spero davvero.>>

<<Deve essere orribile eh?>>

<<Cosa?>>

<<Non ricordarsi nulla. O quasi nulla. >>