21.9.10

2 years, 8 months, 5 weeks, 9 days, 4 hours, 10 seconds

I broke up with her a few years ago, but I never overcame that. She was my soulmate, I'm sure she was, I never met anyone quite like her after, and now looking back I see how fool and selfish I was. I don't have the same beliefs as before and not the same ideologies. She changed me and I felt it too late. No one laughs like her, no one looks me in the eye the way she once did, it was unique!
I started calling her everyday just to hear she breathing, she talking and she angry because I never answered her hello. Some weeks later she changed her number, so after that I never heard her breath so near me.
I wish I could tell her that I was the secret caller, that I still loving her, that I stopped my life, just to watch through the window, waiting her visit, wainting her call that never came.
I wish I could tell her that I fell love like I did before, that I don't know love like I did before.
But it's too late, now she lives across the ocean, doing movies. It's not blockbusters, it's just those cult boring movies. But I watch every single one just to see her smiling, her moviments, her eyes looking through my soul.
By this movies I kiss her again, I make love with her again, I talk to hear again, she loves me again.
It helps me to keep she near, to keep she alive.
Wish I could smell her when she gets out of the shower, wish I could hear her heart beating by my side, to brush her hair again, to kiss every little part of her, since her tiny fingers to her little lips.
Wish I could dance with her our last waltz, I wish I could fall asleep with her head on my chest, just one more day. I could die after this day...Just one more day!