I want to get closer to you, but it seems like a difficult thing to do.
Just let me try.
Sweeping you up from the floor like an August wind, you’ll never know where he came from, and why did you stood in your place just to see him wander around, smiling at you, calling you ‘baby’, calling you ‘love’.
Everything was flowers and movies, kisses, hugs, hands with fingers entwined and secrets whispered in the middle of the night.
Everything you knew, you told him.
Everything you thought, you shared.
Everything you thought you felt, you kept it entirely to yourself.
There must be somehow a reminder of how we were before, like an anchor. A chance to go back.
The air was filled with the scent of joy, the scent of desire. Oh, so many times the scent would linger, and you’d stay up at night, breaking down your brain to see if you could find at least a bit of sense in everything that was happenning. Not need to say, you never found it.
It was too good. Easily mistaken with a permanent reality.
As summer comes and spring passes, autumn’s arrival means everything in this world is meant to change.
And so, it happened.
Nights grew colder and lonelier, phone calls started to appear, but shortly.
Silence occurred.
Distance.
You knew when it ended.
He came with the winds of August, and left the exact same way.
Feb 18, 2012
Yo ya sé bien cómo me siento cuando usted está cerca de mi.
Hacía mucho no me sucedía.
Yo también me saco fotos en La Photocabine.
Juaas.
However, the more I think about it, the more I am sure that given the chance, I could end up loving you.
And that is somehow scary.
A veces, en la noche, antes de dormir especialmente, me pongo a pensar qué será de mi si todo este amor que tengo dentro, nunca logra salir de mi cuerpo.
No me quiero morir de amor.
Sometimes it’s better if you just write it all down.
Thank you for turning my life so upside down, I wonder what you’re doing right when I wake up.
She wants to believe in love, you know? Wholeheartedly. She wakes up in the morning and stares at the ceiling for a couple of minutes, mind completely blank, so she can set herself for the day. It has been working lately, so she keeps this as a habit.
She smiles on her way to work, while she takes a bus ride that is not the most comfortable thing ever, but she has learned to make the best of it.
She is focused and content, and she thanks for all the things she has, the opportunities she’s found.
She has learned to make the best of everything she has now.
But then, at night, just before she falls asleep, she wonders if she’ll ever find someone to love, “somebody to love”, just as Freddie says.
She just feels she has all this love saved up that it’s going to waste away.
