Come here, I love you

He was there, standing up, looking at the floor, lost in his thoughts as usual.

— You are as idiot as before. -she said once she reached him and he got surprised since he was so into himself, he didn't notice other people's presence.

— Why now? -he asked losing his eyes on her, it was a long while since the last time he saw her and he was as in love as the very first day even though he'll never admit such a thing.

— There are so many lovely kids playing right in front of you. -she said and he looked in front of him for the first time while she looked at him. — Such a beautiful sky even! -he looked up and realized about it was a beautiful day indeed. — Such a wonderful world asking you to come. -she said and he looked at the floor again.

— Just because you love kids it doesn't mean I have to be pleased while looking at them as you do. I can't deny it's a bright day, indeed. And about the world... I don't want to talk about it. -he said hardly.

— As idiot as usual, as blind as usual, as lost as usual... -she was saying while looking at the kids playing and he was still looking at the ground — as beautiful as usual. -she said looking at him now and he looked at her immediately.

— Wha... -he couldn't even finish what he was going to say before she interrupt him.

— I have to go. I will miss you, dark prince. -she said and took the taxi that was passing by. And he lost her again, in the same way, she lost him... She asked herself how many times would she have to lose him in order for him to run after her? It was obvious, due to his shining eyes that he was still in love with her, but it was also obvious from the shyness in his speech that he was as broken and unbelievably confused as he was before. She was waiting for something almost impossible, she was waiting for one more miracle... He was her first one.

Explaining

Sometimes, I get messages and I believe it's you; I mean, I know it's not you because I know you won't write me anymore, but... even now when I get a message, it seems like it's you texting me, you remembering me but as soon as I see the spokesperon, I come back to reality. Does it happen the same to you? You're maybe in your new mailbox or just checking your phone and then you see a message coming and you believe it's me, but no, it's maybe a classmate, or some job offert, or your mom or... maybe a new "she" in your life, but not me, not me anymore. 

I still think about you everyday, every single day! Can you imagine that? I mean, every single day... every single day. You maybe believe I miss someone to talk with, but to be honest with you, there is many people I can talk to everyday, it's not about them, it's not about someone to talk, it's not about anything, it's all about you! But yeah, I understand you don't care anymore and I don't blame you, I am just so insufferable, how could you even miss me? 

You know? Somehow I wanted to be free, do whatever I want, whenever I want and so on, and with you I could not, because when I am with you, I just... I lose myself, I disappear... and there's no more me but you only, it's just that you're so beautiful, so amazing... so great... nearly perfect in my eyes... and it's like you hypnotize me and do you have an idea about how does it feel to live as a slave of a person? I am not saying you treat me badly, I am just saying that when I am with you, I enslave myself to you and I can't help it...

Now, I won't say everything about us is perfect and I am happy with you the whole time and so on, I mean, we're very different and lately we were having so many discussions and we were so tired. I was incredibly done, but I couldn't stop myself from coming back to you cause it feels so cold without you, so lonely, I can't explain you how it feels to be without you even now... Anyways, I'd like you to admit that it wasn't just me pushing things, it was also you giving up, because let's be honest I made it hard all the time, I used to push you out and in my heart all the time, like a crazy because that's the only way I can love you... and one day your patience reached its limits and you also decided to leave... and now I miss you.

Anyways, I hope you're doing fine, it will be a whole month since the last time I got in touch with you and even when we exchanged a few words only, you seemed to be fine; I guess I seemed to be fine too, because even if superficially, we're fine somehow. By the way, just for you to know, in case my words confuse you... I am still in love with you, deeply in love with you, with you only.

Cuéntame de tu vida (Extracto #1)

“¡Tengo miedo!” -gritó ella desde el fondo del calabozo.

”¿¡De qué!?” -preguntó una voz bastante familiar desde afuera.

“De que toda mi vida se componga de recuerdos nada más”. -dijo melancólica y de repente ya no estaba dentro, sino fuera. 

Se había convertido en lo que más temía, y terminó dándose cuenta de que la vida no es más que una contínua toma de fotografías, somos un álbum en construcción, tan solo somos recuerdos, y a la vez Somos Recuerdos & cuan grande es eso.

I always miss you.

- I miss you so much... She said with crying eyes.

- What about me? There was no one else in the world but you. He answered apparently angry.

- Why don't you just come back then? She looked at him curious.

- Do you really want me to come back? Do you know what that means? Can you love me as you used to again? He asked looking at her eyes.

- Just come back and we'll see what happens. She said with more calm.

- It doesn't work like that. I can't continue wasting my time in something that doesn't have a future... Do you understand that? He said now calmly but sad.

She just nodded, indeed she knew it was like he said but she just wasn't ready to let him go, because for her, he was more than what she could ever get to explain to anyone in the world, he was the weirdest feeling ever living inside of her walls.

- This is not healthy for you neither. Stop waiting for me when you know you're the one that have to come to me cause I didn't leave, you did. He said looking at her with wishing eyes.

- I decide whether it's healthy for me or not, you're not here anyways, I can stay with you forever. She said, now, mad.

- If you know I am not then why do you insist in staying with me? It's not me but a memory and you better than no one knows it's just your mind making castles in the air again. He said serious.

- I like those castles. She answered and started getting closer to him.

- What are you doing now? He asked surprised.

- Well, we were clear about my home is among your arms, there's no place like home when you're this empty, let me stay at home until forever, letting that forever on me. She said, capriciously as usual. 

And he just opened his arms, letting her feel welcome between them, letting her cry while thinking about all the things she was giving up on due to her selfishness, due to her insanity, due to her stupidity; because it was nothing but her longing of being free and fly high in the firmament that stopped her from running to him while smiling and screaming out loud how alive her love for him still was. Because he'd always be for her... everything she's not for him.

Without you... I am homeless.

Different worlds

Brussels, april 13th 2016 (01:00am)

So I started to understand you... And just as I thought the key for that was to know you and to know you further than your words, it was necessary to see it, listen to it, feel it all by myself, because even though I knew your name, where you come from and how is your life, actually I just knew your name & you know I even pronounce it as I please! 

At the end of the day you were right about so many things, but above all, when you mentioned the fact that it seemed we come from two different worlds, let me tell you that We Do Come From Different Worlds, Very Different!

“A fish may love a bird, but where would they live?
- Then I shall build you wings.” ― Drew Barrymore