Dream.

I dreamt about you. We were us and we were happy.

Sleep.

I woke up missing you dearly. I hope you're enjoying yourself and have a safe trip.

Sometimes.

Sometimes, I miss you. Like, really really miss you. I wonder if we'll be okay soon.

El amor.

El amor es paciente, es bondadoso. El amor no es envidioso ni jactancioso ni orgulloso. No se comporta con rudeza, no es egoísta, no se enoja fácilmente, no guarda rencor. El amor no se deleita en la maldad sino que se regocija con la verdad. Todo lo disculpa, todo lo cree, todo lo espera, todo lo soporta.

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Unforgettable love.

The thing is you're unforgettable, at least to me. There's no way I'll ever forget those dazzling eyes or that broad smile, your big arms which could so safely embrace me or your wild hair, which rebelled more and more as it grew longer, your sweet, sweet smell which filled me up and drunked me as a fine liquor, your silly jokes on almost evey topic, your sense of duty and responsability, your manliness which to me was the pure definition of it, your touch, as soft as a feather floating in the breeze, and your voice, a tender melody to my ears. Because of this and an innumerable amount of other reasons is why you are unforgettable to me. Knowing you has been one of my life's greatest blessings. I am so inmensely glad that I got to love you; that was one of the wonderful times of my life.

You are and will always be the love of my life. And that simple fact never fails to cheer me up.

Lost.

I feel lost without you. I guess I deserve such suffering in a way; it's the result for my actions. I just wish we could talk, to sort things out. There's nothing more I can do but to accept your choices as well as to understand them. I mean, after all, it was me who lead you to such thinking.

Still, it frightens me. I don't know if this void, not knowing, will end soon or if it's outcome will be something I can handle. I can't do anything else, in fear of screwing it up again, as usual. I think, what saddens me the most is knowing I hurt you to such a degree that I made you act this way.

I just hope, that no matter what happens,you find peace and happiness once again. Because, as I've always said, you are my one true love and your happiness is mine as well. You are the one I'll never forget, I can guarantee that.

And, that if you ever need, I'll always be here, waiting with open arms, just as I promised I'd be.

Amar.

Tu sabes que te apoyo.
No va a gustarte lo que tengo que decir, pero aun así debo hacértelo saber.

Pienso que te equivocas. Y para mi es triste que pienses así.

Al escucharte, me doy cuenta del por qué y entiendo tu frustración y tu enojo, que quizás estés harto y quieras que las cosas cambien. Tienes que comprender que no es así de fácil, simplemente alejarse. No funciona así. No se puede afrontar así. Y la situación no es excusa para actuar mal. No es excusa para abandonar ni mucho menos lo es para odiar.

El amar, a pesar de, es una virtud que se cultiva en familia. Tiene una iniciativa propia y crece con la ayuda de los demás. Se que es mas fácil culpar a los demás por los errores que cometen, pero tomar el camino del perdón y luchar contra uno mismo para querer amar y querer perdonar, tiene mucho más valor.

Yo te apoyo, siempre. Sin importar qué y por que te amo, pero no puedo cruzarme de brazos a presenciar tal situación o voltear mi mirada y pretender que nada pasa. Quiero entender la otra versión de la historia y me gusta pensar que es mucho mas de lo que aparenta; tratar de encontrar la razón para ayudar opuesto a la razón para renunciar.

Y me duele. No es mi situación y la relación que tengo es poca como para intuir en su desarrollo. Pero si puedo, si me permites y si quieres, me gustaría ayudarte a entender el por qué del amor y el perdón.

Todos merecen amor y nada mas importa para ser merecedores de ese amor. Solo falta querer recibirlo y a su vez, darlo.