Making me smile is the task that is never accomplishable. one day, you came along. Everything became different, my head hurt, and I couldn't see straight, my thoughts spun and spun around for hours. I couldn't sleep until I imagined you beside me. Nothing else would make me happy, except the soft embrace of your arms in those rare ocasions when you were happy. I was afraid of losing your friendship and at the same time afraid of making you love me. I was so confused that I tried to settle down, but it was an ordeal. The less I tried to think about you the harder it was, and sometimes I didn't know if I was dreaming. The only thing that makes me feel comfortable and secure, is when you hold me between the heat or your arms, and the thought that you will never let me go, because I won't let you go...
