Life

For me, the plan was simple: running away from here, with you on my back. For now, finishing university was a priority, and then we could live together, or maybe marry. Marry you, just your, only you. Thinking about how we are going to solve all those problems that life brings to everyone, thinking of doing everything with you. Starting a new life! With you! It would be the beginning of your lives. Our beginning! With everything that belong to us. The same old friends that advised us so many times. The ones who heard our problems. The ones who tried hard to help us being together now. I would look at you, and think every single time about how mum made me suffer, and how she treated you. I would do every thing for you. Each single day, I would come back home to kiss you and to hug you. To make you happier each single day. But you chose not to be happy. You’ve chosen the hard way to be with me. You’ve chosen to hurt yourself, making me suffer either. You chose the path you thought were easier, but it wasn’t. It will cut your wrists with no faith. It will bring us down with no mercy. It will postpone our life together forever. But I think that was my karma. To understand how people are different, and that I shouldn’t try to change them. I shouldn’t try to change you, just because I love you, and I want to be with you every single day of forever. That’s the way things are. Maybe next year your path take you to another person, to another life. But I want everybody to know that I don’t want it for you. I want you for me. Promise me to change. Promise me to think about what’s really important. Promise me that you will fight every day for us, such as I did. And such as I’m going to do until the day I die.


Peço desculpa por o inglês não ser perfeito, mas está um pouco cheio de ferrugem. As saudades obrigaram-me a tira-lo de onde o tinha guardado, e a encontra-lo neste estado.