Yo solo quería equivocarme

Since the first time I saw you I knew it would happen. Even I believe you too. Maybe the summer blinded us or it was the desire for feel something,  who knows…

62 were the days we stayed together, laughing until the ribs shouted: it’s enough!; swimming in your eyes at late-night sharing the silence, walking in your loft wearing your favorite t-shirt while you covered my silhouette with your eyes. I remembered you sleeping in bed, appeased, I spent hours looking at you, I gotta your face memorized in my mind, but never was enough.

You were in my veins, inside my eye lids. I could close my eyes and feel you were by my side even though you didn’t make some noise and I distinguish the sound of your footsteps of other’s people. It was magical. Your world moved too fast but I grabbed it with all my strength, I thought it would be worth. I was totally caught, I loved it and I didn’t care too much thinking about the pain of the future collapse.

The 62 day I woke up and you were gone. I felt again the sensation I experienced two month before we met. ¿But who cares? I just wanted to be wrong.