You again.

You again.

I feel it inside me and I can’t explain what it is. I feel it inside my but I can’t touch it. I feel it inside me… when did you come?

I have never felt it before.

But now I feel it. I feel it. I feel it. I feel it.

You know… your name came to my mind. Again. I may feel it because of you. Maybe this is you. I may have never let it go and keep lying to myself that it doesn’t reside here anymore but…

Perhaps it does. Oh, perhaps it does.

“He met you broken.” She said. She knows so much; I believe her. I’ve never been so sincere to anyone before her and I can see, I can feel… sometimes she doesn’t know what to do. What to say. She, who knows so much…

Even though she said “he met you broken”….

When did it happen? The destruction? After you, of course. She and I never talk about it; or do I change the topic? Anyhow, here you are again.

Who are you? Why don’t you let me go? Why do you insist in being in me? Or do I keep you here because I don’t know how to…

…finish this sentence.

Is it really you or is it… the trust? – which trust?! – the honesty? – which honesty?! – the sex? The passion? The romance…? The way I felt you, nobody has never felt again.

And I am!

I’m in love! I’m happy! I dare to say I have it all! But I keep on trying to let it – you – go… over and over again. I don’t want you anymore. You lost me. I haven’t lost you, though.

“Eu nao quero lembrar do que eu fui pra você. Uma simples distração pra você esquecer…”

It is quite funny! I don’t know what else to say! I wanted to write to others. Others who I love and are here.

But you needed to be written.

And now the music has just stopped; and now I don’t know what to say… besides…

Could you please let me go?