Here I am, writing to you once more. And, once again, words start to fail. You know I wish I could write you something beautiful. Something that would take your breath away, like you took mine. As usual, not even the best dictionary on the planet will help me, there are a lot of things words can’t tell. I will try and do my best, for you.
Everyday I think about you. How life would be for both of us if, at some point, I had ran after you. Or if you had come after me. I like to dream wide awake, to think about all the “what ifs” that refer to you and me. Sometimes, I think of us in black and white, you know, like those movie clichés where there’s this beautiful girl and a guy who sweeps her off her feet. I imagined us holding hands on the street, kissing in the pouring rain and sleeping on the same bed, holding each other. I’m well aware i was only dreaming, but I still keep all those wishes in my heart.