Silbidos, de dos en dos.

Al dormir, acariciaría mis pies con los suyos.
Cómplice, tomaría mi mano.
Pretendería que no mira y sí lo hace.
Aprovecharía cualquier movimiento para acomodar un abrazo.
Nos besaríamos aprovechando más el movimiento.
Nos abrazaríamos y cada que uno se mueve, apretaría más el abrazo.
Abrazos apretados al vernos.
Comer en la calle.
Aprovechar cualquier risa en la calle, para besarnos rápido.
No dejar de mirarnos.
Abrazarnos al caminar.

Sonreír porque sí.

One last cry for you.

Somehow, I already miss you.
It's not like I'm gonna write a huge speech about how not being with you sucks like shit. But I do wanna express how it hurts. Obviously, everyday it's gonna hurt less and less and, maybe, eventually, we can be as friend as we were until yesterday (no kisses, some awkward hugs). I really want to try that: forget about getting jealous because some random guy is hittin' on you and you like it, because you do.
You're an awesome guy, perhaps the best I will ever meet and that's what hurts me a lot: To think that I've finally found the guy who is like, damn, pefect for me -we share the same way of thinking, we like  almost the same things, we cuddle perfectly, and when I was with you, man, there wasn't anything... anything that I could be scared of, because you were there, worried and saying 'Para, en serio, para'- And you-don't-want-me... you don't want me, even though when I was with you nobody was important: everyone was some random fly and you could make my day with just your look, those eyes looking at me could take me from an outrage to tranquil... just with your eyes.

Dude, I can't help but cry about this shit, because I love you... and I like loving you, and I don't want to force my heart to stop loving you.

I really don't want to stop it.
Even though it hurts like hell.

cantemos por un nu...

Sólo queda hacerse a un lado no más, no esperar cambios milagrosos ni nada, al final la realidad es; ni buena ni mala, pero nada se puede hacer para que las cosas sean como quieres.

Igual creo que soy un loco piola, alguien por ahí debe estar con ganas de querer y regalonear y abrazar y mamonerías varias.

En fin.