Why do I keep suffering over something that has passed?
Maybe it is because I caused it. Or maybe it is because I realized that I've been loving you since then. I never stopped loving you. I miss you. I miss the friend I had within you. I miss all the weird things we did and thought.
I really felt scared of being myself near you. Now I feel like I'll never find someone that would understand any weird stuff I do.
You are one. You are only. And I should have known that. I did knew that. But I was too blind to see.
I'm always living inside me. And not outside. Outside seems like a dream. And I lost the dream I've been dreaming of since I was a teenager. I dreamed about someone just like you. You're the purest person I've ever met. And if we did meet a thousand times I think I'd love you every single time.
What we lived was meant to be. What we went through was our choice. But what I did was only my responsibility. I'm so sorry I've made you feel that way. I'm sorry that in this time I wasn't mature enough to be the man you needed me to be.
I'm also sorry to me. Cause I've done something that I'm finally truly regretting. I finally saw that what enchanted me most about you is something so much more hard to find than I realized back then.
I pray for you, your soul, every day. And for your grandpa too.
Eu tive sorte de um dia te ter na minha vida. Levarei muito de ti comigo, espero que esteja tudo bem.
"Eu sinto que a gente podia ter tentado mais um pouco, um pouco...
Depois da chuva é tão bonito"
