Tree Roots Following The Pattern Of Concrete Footpaths

Vamos en el mismo carril, solo era cuestión de encontrarnos. Mi pequeña Angie.

Dos personas destinadas a encontrarse, hasta esquivándose coinciden.

Y lo peor es que para mi, incluso después, no lo fue, sin embargo, es mi culpa por creer que seria distinto.

You have no idea how much I want to write to you… to tell you what happened to me five minutes ago, what I'm thinking, what I'm doing. I don't feel like I have to, but I want to, but I know it wouldn't be the right thing to do right now. Was it the right thing to do when we met? Yes, it was. For us. For you. Because you chose yourself then, and you continue to choose yourself now, and that's the right thing to do.

But I can't help what I feel. I can't help wanting to tell you that, even from a distance, you live in my mind, in my heart, in my life. And I can't hold it back anymore: I love you, perfect girl.

distant.

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You have no idea how hard it is for me not to write to you and ask how your day is going. I hold back the desire to know if you're okay… and if not, to be there, with you. I wish I could be that safe place where you can rest, where you can lean on me without fear. Just to take care of you, without asking anything, just to be there. Because it still comes from the depths of my heart.

i miss u, anne

I just want you

“What you are to me, I could not hope to explain, or ever repay.”

— Tyler Knott Gregson, Daily Haiku on Love

Es como si fuéramos desconocidos.