Just Listen...

Ok, so what the "F" ? First, we are not talking for like a period of six months and as soon as I am starting to put your memory away, you show up with a phone call, or an e-mail, or a letter. And that is absolutely fine because I love that we can talk about anything and laugh, and act as if we have only been apart for a mere five minutes. But then comes a two weeks time and it all stops suddenly. Once again, I am left with my heart on the sleeve and it seems that you don't even care. You just wanted to make sure that you still had me wrapped around your little finger. Please don't let me keep on believing this. I want to think that you are better. I want to be assured that not all men are assholes. Restore my faith in your kind and give me a little hope. You know and I know that there is still something there. Why are you trying to ignore it? Why am I ignoring it as well? I don't know. All I know is that this constant feeling of solitude disappears everytime I hear your voice. Maybe I said too much, but I said it. The ball is on your side of the court now. The next move is up to you. You decide..... Una puerta azul, nunca hay que abrirla las pezadilla son muy largas