And for you to understand.
That day I was determined to love you, even with the worst injuries, and in the name of grief. I am still walking in the way that path is the path we have ever made together, to go to a dream in which there is a beautiful story about me and you, along with the beautiful words we have written together, to perpetuate our love story, so as not to disappear in his ferocious eating time.
I find solitude in it, without you, without your smile, without your voice, and without your hand grip. It is painful dear, too killing, and quiet silent my deepest tears. Because I'm used to there you are, until all named you. For you are my last universe.
But what a fool I am, why should you, and again you, why I do not try to open my eyes, and accept the fact, do not you have erased all about us, and not you have belonged to others, until about us have certainly disappeared your happiness, and him. Until I still feel that you have, if it is not right to be happy its worth you who can open the heart to another heart.
It turns out our love is not the same, we feel different names, I'm not you, and you're not I'm sure you can do that, whereas I can not be.
For you with loving others, is a way to make me lose your mind, but for me, loving others, is slow self-torture, because no one can make me fall in love as deep as you.