Letters of Jose

Dear Leonor,
I was under the scorching sun when I met you. But there you are smiling like the spring began. Even though spring was a myth to me. My heart beats fast. But I know I shouldnt, I cant. I cant feel this way more than what it should be. Because in the end we can only be in pain.

I'll be hurt.
but if hurting means a few moments of happiness with you
Then let me be forever in pain