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I wish you could read this, I hope you would care. I wish there was something I could do to make you understand that I'm not your enemy nor the strager you think I am. There are so many things I need to tell you and I choose this code so that you'd read it only if you care, if you make an effort to recuperate what's left of the you and me we used to guard so fiersly.
I had to leave, the life we kept together wasn't true nor fair. I had to leave beacause I couldn't stand my sins, because I saw myself and couldn't recognize Me. I couldn't be wrave for you because my heart was full of doubts and pain, a pain that goes beyond the love I had and have for you.
I thought I could make you love me if I showed you who I was. I thought I could convince you to open up and be my friend. and then my lover. I thought there was something to fight for, I thought that in spite your complaints and the endless list of flaws you found in me you would love me and accept me as I am. I thought a hard and long cry would arrase you from my heart. and I was wrong, yes I said I was wrong.
Love how I wish you were the man I need you to be, how I long to recover the good times we had adn erase the pain and sorrow you caused me in these 2 years. WE spent so much together, we gave so much of each other and learn so much....and then again we are still the same fools that can say out loud how they feel.
I love you so much and need you desperately, I can't write how my heart screams every time you are around, or how your arms are engraved in my body and how your lips are the most beautifull I'll ever have and would ever love.
There's so much about you that i would never forget, and so much of us that would mark my heart forever, but as much as I hope for, you are not who I need and you don't complete me entirely.
Would time and summer nights cure this pain? Would you be my lover again? Would you ever be my companion, my friend, my inconditional?
There are things I hate and things I love about you, there is pain and happines, there is you and there is me...Would there ever be us? Is it worthy?
Some things are ment to be in this life, some are just not, I fought against the odds, the exceptics and the critics, I fought against your cinism and your fears, I even fought against myself and my pride to make us work....but I failed, and now I'm paiyng the costs of loving someone who can't love you back.
I would like to have the answers for these questions, I would like to understand your heart or at least mine. And I can't and that's why I write.....why I look for afection in every corner....why I keep your pictures....why I cry.

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A veces el cliche ayuda.....el amor q no debía ser....los sueños inconclusos....un corazón roto...y una medalla a la más tarada...
el hombre equivocado....siempre el incorrecto, el imperfecto, el que no nos trata como merecemos....
Una y otra vez...las lagrimas, el dolor....siempre la misma historia...el mismo guion.
Necesito saber que es solo una fase del corazon....un recuerdo más del monton...
Dicen q a las mujere les gusta exagerar...y puede ser...pero, entonces, porq todavía sufre mi alma..porque todavía duele la herida como el día en q la hiciste....
Cuando dejará de sangrar???