I have not written 'cause I feel tired and blue. I am confused, struggling with my feelings, searching for a reason to stay while I try to let you go, to get away from this.
I have no reason to love you but this love. I have no reason to let you go but the fact that you don't love me.
And, still, I keep on holding to this nothing, 'cause for some time it has meant my everything...
Thursday, November 23, 2006
Friday, November 10, 2006
The thought of you...
It happened again. I was with someone, in bed, but then it came your memory, and I couldn't enjoy it as I should have. In fact, he had some troubles down there, too. I was frustrated and relieved at the same time, 'cause I needed to fullfil some needs, but I was just thinking of you.
There is just one person that can drive your memory away... but he is as unreal as you: my young sweet muslim guy.
I can't go on like this. I miss you so much. I don't get it... what happened? And the truth is, you know, if you want it, if you ask me, I would go there as soon as possible, just to try it again, but this time, with all my heart, my will and my best attitudes.
I need you... I need this second chance for my heart miss you badly and it drives me mad to think that something went wrong and I don't know what is it, and that maybe we could have done better... and maybe then things would be different.
I want to say I'm sorry for all the things I did wrong. I want to understand what happened with you, 'cause I don't get it... I would do anything to have a second chance. And then, if it doesn't work, I'll let you go knowing that, this time, I did it all to be with you and yet it didn't work out.
But deep inside I guess there won't be a second time. We already had it and we lost it. Somehow it just slipped away and you let it go away as much as I did. If there's gonna be another opportunity we should both be willing to make it worth, otherwise it's a lost battle.
But then again, I already lost. I bet all my heart although I knew I had few chances to win. So, maybe I gotta recognize I am just asking for a second match, hoping that I will be able to score some points. But something tells me it's nothing more than great expectations. I may never see you again. We had a chance and we screwed it.
God! I would do anything to try it again... but I need to know he wants it too, as much as I want it... and I guess it's not that way, although it hurts me really bad.
There is just one person that can drive your memory away... but he is as unreal as you: my young sweet muslim guy.
I can't go on like this. I miss you so much. I don't get it... what happened? And the truth is, you know, if you want it, if you ask me, I would go there as soon as possible, just to try it again, but this time, with all my heart, my will and my best attitudes.
I need you... I need this second chance for my heart miss you badly and it drives me mad to think that something went wrong and I don't know what is it, and that maybe we could have done better... and maybe then things would be different.
I want to say I'm sorry for all the things I did wrong. I want to understand what happened with you, 'cause I don't get it... I would do anything to have a second chance. And then, if it doesn't work, I'll let you go knowing that, this time, I did it all to be with you and yet it didn't work out.
But deep inside I guess there won't be a second time. We already had it and we lost it. Somehow it just slipped away and you let it go away as much as I did. If there's gonna be another opportunity we should both be willing to make it worth, otherwise it's a lost battle.
But then again, I already lost. I bet all my heart although I knew I had few chances to win. So, maybe I gotta recognize I am just asking for a second match, hoping that I will be able to score some points. But something tells me it's nothing more than great expectations. I may never see you again. We had a chance and we screwed it.
God! I would do anything to try it again... but I need to know he wants it too, as much as I want it... and I guess it's not that way, although it hurts me really bad.
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