Eso!
Eso es lo que eres!!
Entiendo porque mi alienacion. Entiendo porque siempre siento como si lo que esta pasando en verdad es una broma!
Es por eso que sigo considerandote un experimento verdad?! Porque dentro de cualquier momento, desapareceremos a un mundo mejor!
Eso espero....
Friday, April 30, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
You won't read this
And that’s ok, cause I don’t want you to know what I’m writing for you. I don’t want you to know the answers for the questions you once asked me. I don’t want you to know that you are actually more special for me than what you already know. I don’t want you to know that I really want to show you the following words, but I’m not willing to take the risk of you thinking even less of me than what you already do.
To answer your question, the time I fell for you happened exactly at the first time I laid my eyes on you. You know that instance people talk about that they see someone and they immediately fall for them? That “love at first sight” that I usually bash? That’s what I felt. Something made me break my thoughts and look up to where you were walking, and it’s been hard to look away ever since. The way you sat down, the way you looked around, the way you talked with that unique accent of yours… too many things that went through my mind, and all of them were concerning you. I was curious about knowing precisely and exactly everything there was to know about you. “What’s your name?” “Where are you from?” “Why are you here?” “What classes are you taking?” “Do you want to run away from here with me?”
I took the most cautious steps to approach you because of that effect you had on me. You made me happy and nervous at the same time. You kept me reeled in, yet I knew I couldn’t spend all of my time with you. I still remember what we talked about the first time, and that you were more exhilarating than what I was already expecting.
I know you are not perfect. I know your flaws. I know that deep inside that tough and outspoken shell that characterizes you from the rest of the women around lies a little girl who is still very confused about life. I know you think your Achilles heel is that sweet and sympathetic nature that has often got you into external and introspective disputes. I understand that you take a lot of things back from what you already think. I know you can’t help sometimes but give out an opinion, and you can be quite passionate and almost zealous about what you believe in, even if deep down you know it doesn’t hold no water.
I still want you badly. I still think you belong to me more than any other woman has or will. I want you right now more so after that moment. That moment where my arms finally embraced you the way I’ve been wanting for too long has been stuck in the back of my mind, and keeps popping its head even while I don’t want it too. That shine on your eyes, that nervous smile, that sincere (and misleading) touch, that kiss…. Can you blame me? Can you blame the fact that you left me longing for me after you stole that moment away in the blink of an eye?
Just look at what you’ve made me write! Damn you woman. You take over my thoughts in ways that nobody has, and I’m not a fan of. But you will never know this, and I’m glad. I’m going to sleep.
To answer your question, the time I fell for you happened exactly at the first time I laid my eyes on you. You know that instance people talk about that they see someone and they immediately fall for them? That “love at first sight” that I usually bash? That’s what I felt. Something made me break my thoughts and look up to where you were walking, and it’s been hard to look away ever since. The way you sat down, the way you looked around, the way you talked with that unique accent of yours… too many things that went through my mind, and all of them were concerning you. I was curious about knowing precisely and exactly everything there was to know about you. “What’s your name?” “Where are you from?” “Why are you here?” “What classes are you taking?” “Do you want to run away from here with me?”
I took the most cautious steps to approach you because of that effect you had on me. You made me happy and nervous at the same time. You kept me reeled in, yet I knew I couldn’t spend all of my time with you. I still remember what we talked about the first time, and that you were more exhilarating than what I was already expecting.
I know you are not perfect. I know your flaws. I know that deep inside that tough and outspoken shell that characterizes you from the rest of the women around lies a little girl who is still very confused about life. I know you think your Achilles heel is that sweet and sympathetic nature that has often got you into external and introspective disputes. I understand that you take a lot of things back from what you already think. I know you can’t help sometimes but give out an opinion, and you can be quite passionate and almost zealous about what you believe in, even if deep down you know it doesn’t hold no water.
I still want you badly. I still think you belong to me more than any other woman has or will. I want you right now more so after that moment. That moment where my arms finally embraced you the way I’ve been wanting for too long has been stuck in the back of my mind, and keeps popping its head even while I don’t want it too. That shine on your eyes, that nervous smile, that sincere (and misleading) touch, that kiss…. Can you blame me? Can you blame the fact that you left me longing for me after you stole that moment away in the blink of an eye?
Just look at what you’ve made me write! Damn you woman. You take over my thoughts in ways that nobody has, and I’m not a fan of. But you will never know this, and I’m glad. I’m going to sleep.
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