Letter of pain

I do not understand the reason because in the same week that I decided to give me sick all the possible ways that could not be angry with you and wish I met you.

You have chosen to be part of this circus, you've decided to drink to get tired, you've decided after mourn the corners but keep in your mind that everything you and everything you know. Robert I have disappointed enough not to say much, you have opened a wound in my heart that I thought would never be open, poor silly me for not even imagine that you could consider my feelings without even knowing me.

I understand the reasons that often lead you to this. I can understand that even you have been guided by what is fame but I would both know what you feel inside ... I think you're lost, you need someone to tell you at once what is happening, that you speak with real candor. Need someone to tell you a damn time you're getting into a world that should be yours.

I think no one beside you and as others before you're missing the north. Do not know the damage that I do that but you have to understand that much I understand I can not do anything about it because I do not know how to save miles of the dark hole that you're messing yourself. Let me in your life in some way but never know my name, but never see my face, but never know my voice, but if we ever see you not know that that is there is that you help, you understand, which you listening, you understand, that pampers you, that pampers you but you never leave, despite the distance because in my heart your field at your leisure and I can not keep thinking about anyone other than you and in spite of what people say my love is not equal to others. None but one day you will know how you came into my life and never come out already.

I wanted to scream. The despair I felt. I wanted to mourn for as you had behaved. I wanted to scream in anger at not being able to avoid that.

Otherwise I see a fucking stupid and do not stop loving you. I note your flaws and that makes me love you more than before. Believe me when I say a thousand times I tried to forget, a thousand times I asked for and that Christ did not dream you tired of hearing your name in my prayers. Believe me when I tell you every night I whisper your name as my body needs to feel but my heart begs to remind you not to return. Trust me when I discover that my chest full of wounds bleeds just a result of what you did to me. Think this is true when I tell you all the time that my mind does not rest and my pillow begs to stop being so far away and for once something gets me happy.

Believe me when I post it for you if I could die and scream until I was out of breath that I love you with my life.