I see myself in a dead end in this situation. You can not be nothing at the sametime you can be too much even for me. I can not be who you wanted to you, but I've been minimally yours and is exactly this 'minimum belonging' that spoils all the rest! If I had never been anything, it would be simpler to accept the mere condition of friendship that we are ready for hours. But it is too difficult to maintain a relationship like this when the feeling that one day you exposed, took root so easily in my mistake allows. I let you in through the front door and now my folly is smothering me...
For one moment I closed my eyes, almost fell in the midst of that darkness and made you believe in me, and wait on me and for me, somehow discreet and yet so explicit in your eyes. You run away for a while but soon returns acting as if nothing had happened in the meantime that you kept out of me. You seem to worry too much, and by another side seems to want to see everything explode in my face, and that's what's acceptable and easier to understand. When you leave me without meaning, without words, without you. When you decide for me how to act and what to do, I just accept the condition of being nobody, and be by your side even I don't exist. And even to be your false friend, only at times when it behooves us to smile, when you requests me. I will continue to accepting, until there's nothing but rests... or anything that comes to there after this indefinite hiatus that plaguing me right now. If you want, I can pretend to deal well with it.
