Rosa dos Ventos

North-west [texto 20]

It sucks that I like you now.

Cause in the beginning I didn't (or at least not that much),
but now I do. And the thing is I can't be with you, cause you're figuring your shit out - and that's great, but then you won't be able to be there as much as you would like. I totally get that. But I wish you could, you know? I wish. Just like yesterday I wished I could see you at the mall, but then it didn't worked out. You had stuff to take care of, and you will be continuing to have a good amount of them for the next few years. You said this yourself, didn't you? And I got that and the fact that I probably have to stop linking you, now. But I can't, you see? I still don't. Because I still like you, you adorable moron. And I still wish you were the one I'm meeting with today. I still wish I could just stop avoiding this feeling and just let it flow, once in my life, and I still wish to know how much better it is to talk with you in person. And I just can't, can I? I can't do any of that.

And that sucks.