How many time I have told you I love you? Do you believe me? I do not want to live far. I want to live around you, where I can see you. Where the wind that brushes you would brush me, kissing my lips when you can’t. When we are in the midst of a crowd. I love you, I don’t want to run away from you. I have found you after searching for centuries perhaps. I don’t want to lose sight of you. I wonder what God must be thinking. Isn’t it obvious for him that I love you? Why can’t he help us?
I am tortured.