I need to see you sometimes. Because you are inspiring me. I like to hear your voice. I like to know that you are next to me, even if we have nothing. I like your gestures, I love your madness. Because it makes me love you more.

I dream about us, but it didn’t happen yet. Sometimes I lose my hope, but I still care about you. You motivated me without touching me, without talking to me. What would happen if we were together? I think I would be perfect. But this is not real. The truth is that you don’t care about me and I’m a perfect mess without you.