The last time someone said that, it went bad —really bad, that I had to get out of a 40 sqm room because I was suffocating.
It went so bad, I stopped believing in wishes, hopes and everything in between. It was so bad I would remove candles on birthday cakes because they never worked.
When you said "I need to talk to you" at 11:53 PM. I stopped caressing your hair. I stopped looking at the face lighted by the moon. I sat down, back against you, tears not even falling.
What is it now?
