A few years ago you asked me to stop loving you, maybe because you knew how insane my love was, my desire to be with you and no one else. You considered selfish the idea of not being able to love someone else because i would still be waiting for you. I've been in my worst state for two years, lost in the shadows, worn out and dying in the dark. I saw myself in a mirror and I was dying, the worst thing is that it was for you. Willing to die for this lost war that some madmen call love. Glad to open my chest to receive the arrows that came out of your mouth. I was dying for a cause that was nothing more than the consequence of my naivety. With desolation came the disappointment that day when I saw you kiss other lips that were not mine, and see other eyes that were not mine.
I had no strength to face that moment, and as i have always done all my life, i left. It was the coldest spring of my life, it looked like winter because in my heart there was only ice and darkness, i had a little autumn when the leaves of my life tree began to fall like a flock of birds before the cannon of a hunter's rifle. There were many nights when I thought of throwing myself to the precipice, however, being about to fall back, there was something that prevented me from taking the last step and giving myself to the conviction of missing you and that you forgot me. A small distance would not let me fall, perhaps it was your memory or my stubbornness, to refuse to resignation.
When i believed i lost everything , out of nowhere one day you came back. As i remembered you, and at that moment no longer spoke of heartbreak, but your eyes were thirsty and looked for mine. I couldn't believe it. And two weeks later came the happiest night of my life...
