Most of the people who surround me do not understand how easily I can fall in love. They try to find arguments to make me understand that it isn’t love what I am feeling however I can’t stop wondering why it hurts inside?. All the people I meet once and I waste (not always waste) a minute of myself with them deserve a little space in my heart. They all have it and the same happens with all the places I travel to. The places are actually the people I met there. The people I met there are actually the ones who made the places. Then it becomes as a huge sack of things; colours, words, songs, moods, smiles, tears, happiness, sadness… A huge sack made of feelings that I can’t leave anywhere, that I can’t take Off of me. I am so unlucky since I have the biggest facility to forget about nonsense but to remember about feelings. Selective memory that makes me wonder why I can’t take all this out. I always thought that every little second you spend with somebody has a meaning on the way of your life, as something to do with your past, your present and will something to do in your future. On one hand that makes me feel happy, since I believe we will cross our destinies again, on the other hand that makes me feel so sad since those days I don’t believe in anything I did. Casualties seem to be far away from mine believes. I don’t believe in anything, not even in myself, and I promised that I do really need to believe in me, that is the only way I have to survive. Seems like my life has torn and I’m trying to glue it all again mixing too many feelings. I would love to stop thinking in you, but that way of being don’t let me do it.
I’m feeling not strong enough to pick up the pieces, they are all broken in so many small ones. I’m feeling idiot to give as much love, as much patience to someone who doesn’t deserve it.