Parte 1

My Love,

My love, has always been yours.

Every day in the last four years I have waited.

I have waited for you, to take what belongs to you.

As much as I might love someone else, you have always robbed me happiness.

Teach me how to love you without saying it.

Teach me how to act that I can live without you.

I need you to ask me out, so we can talk in daylight.

I need to see that smile not in my dreams.

I know you said the only time I can have you is in my dreams.

Dreams come true though.

I have wiped your tears so why don’t you wipe mine?

There are days I wouldn’t sleep without hearing about your day.

There are nights I would see you before I sleep,

Nowadays I only see you after I sleep.

My eyes are used to seeing you in somebody else’s arms.

I see her lying on your shoulders.

How you carefully massage her scalp.

I would want to know how she feels.

I had you once.

One night.

A night that ushered in a great and vivacious July.

The sun rays slapped my dark face and they formed a vibrant hue.

Who would have thought it was the first and the last.

A vivacious me and a vivacious July.

What is love to me if I don’t obsess over a lover who is happy in someone else’s arms?

How can I move on if there is no stair to step on?

How can I walk on air? There is a hole in front of me.

I can only go back.

Maybe I will find my way back to you.