I'm still that boy. I can't find the words in Spanish. I feel embarrassed. It's like I assume there's a reader —there isn't— who reads in Spanish and feels sad about me, but I also believe this person cannot read in English. What an idiot I am. Well, the point is I'm still that boy. Afraid. I think coincidences are magic. I am her secret. She doesn't know I know. And I fell in love with that moment when I realized that I was her secret. I just needed a paper with her name to love and be afraid again. They cannot live apart from each other. Let me have a little faith, please.
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