The problem started when I wrote your name for the simple fact of filling a blank sheet. The problem began there, being aware that I loved you, even in the stories that I had not yet written.
Several times a day I would change rock n 'roll and poetry by your lips.
Without hesitation. I miss you so much. Every day. Repeatedly.
Only the moon knows, how many times i watched at the sky thinking about you.
Today,i miss the nothingness that was between you and me, subtle and quiet, understood and total.
But I liked the Thursdays at your side. But I loved you every day of the week.
And finally, i'm dragging me back to you.