I remember too much of you and do not know what to do. I called and there are too many empty words. Everything is becoming a requirement. Obligation to close the gap but ... there is too much with us. I do not know to what extent it is happening to me or want to pass me because every time my head picks up your voice is like if you do not want to hear, such as whether to go ahead was an ordeal for her.
I do not want to leave, I will not leave him, but that's what my heart is calling me little by little. Tears, tears spilled gallons of my indecision and the complication of my soul. I'm going wrong. Really bad. Sea waves clarify my ideas, but do not think my ideas have enough courage to do it, this time, feeling really.
accumulating words, accumulating experiences, accumulated time ... volatile time and imaginary, not real time. Real time do not live in a bed 24 hours locked in a hotel room or 48 in a house. Do not know yet who is the real time. I know nothing. I have wanted to make that getaway weekend I have planned, but why travel with him? The truth, I would say no, although when the invitation came yes there was the illusion. Now I doubt if we will.
took two days without telling him I love him and have not noticed. The worst thing is that I am hiding the truth, because if you want, but my feelings have evolved into something else I have yet to be defined; him and if he can not do anything to change.
