Vacations.

I miss you. It does cheer me up a little bit that you're coming soon, but you'll be leaving again before I even have the chance to make up for the time away. I hate being like this. I wish we could be together more often. It saddens me that when we're supposed to have more time for each other, we hardly spend it together. And it's not like I don't want to go, there no way I'd say that because I know you really enjoy it, but ... I'm left alone. I don't know if you feel the way I do, I don't think so. I don't know if you miss me like I do, unbearably sometimes. I wish you said so, I wish you missed me.

Pesadilla

Esta noche tuve una pesadilla. Fue uno de los peores sueños de mi vida. Desperté sintiéndome impotente y hasta sintiéndome mal físicamente. Fue horrible.

Ganas.

Tengo tantas cosas que quiero decirte. Tantos abrazos, besos y cariño que quiero darte. Y así mismo, tanto miedo de hacerlo, de incomodarte más y de molestarte.

Lugar.

Lo que me preocupa es que en la situación en que estás alguien mas llegué a tu vida y ocupe mi lugar sin que me de cuenta.

3 o'clock.

It's 3 o'clock in the morning and I'm lying in bed, thinking about how my actions could have ruined the best thing in my life. Thinking about how I say I love you and you won't answer back. Thinking about how I hurt you, how I disappointed you, how you can't look me in the eye. Thinking about how to let go, if I should do so. Thinking about not giving up, about winning you back. Thinking about how I want you to be happy, even though that may mean trading my happiness for yours.

Home.

I wanna go home, please.

Solo tu.

Puedo hablar con muchas personas, sin estar realmente sola. Pero me siento perdida sin ti, nadie puede hacerme sentir como tu - nunca tan calmada, tan contenta.