Last we talked, we didn’t have the answers.
You didn’t. I didn’t either.
I still don’t know what comes after this.
We keep finding our way back to each other.
I never wanted to leave.
I just didn’t want it to hurt anymore.
I know you have to go through what I went through.
Sometimes distance is the only way to understand what was always there.
Sometimes you have to walk away to hear what never stopped calling.
I don’t want to imagine another life.
I want this one.
Because of that, I’ll wait.
You can go do whatever you need to do,
with whoever you need to do it with.
I won’t stop you.
I’ll be here for as long as I was gone.
In the meantime, I’ll try to keep living.
Maybe I’ll search for a touch that almost resembles yours,
something close enough to quiet the absence for a moment.
But we both know the difference.
This won’t last forever though.
Waiting never does.
I need you to make your choice
without me asking for it.
Can’t you feel it too?
Or am I the only one still listening?
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