There are days when I want to run away, away, until the forces govern, not to stifle feel more so, in a vise that suddenly becomes close. In those days I wish I could not be more myself, leave it all behind, let me slip him like drops of water, feel free for once from a thousand chains. Then I look and I realize that only next to you I feel myself free from all those nightmares that crowded my nights with you by now that I can not close your eyes and mirrors in the past that I always tried to forget. There are things that do not know me. There are things that perhaps you'd like to know. There are things I want to tell you but the perfect moment, the words, crazy fear, anger impossible for me to tell you. There are things you do not like. Things that would make you suffer. And you're already suffering enough under my eyes. And I can not make anything to avoid it.
I would say that is a temporary situation, but I'm not going to tell you something that I do not think. I would tell you that everything will work out, your mother will look good in one way or another. But who knows. I do not know, my love.
I do not know and can do nothing kills me.
Why hate your father. I hate it because they destroy a wonderful family for who knows what makes no sense. I hate it because they have a foot in both camps is comfortable, the perfect wife at home, and what it is, a penniless student to maintain that even know how long.
My love, you're the only woman in my life and always will be. This killed you. You read it in the eye, and tell him. The coffee machine was blowing, and I did not do that to fix those two big eyes and shiny.
I have the strength to hold them both. I wanted to avoid all this. I know what it means to be parents of their parents. I have been too early, that I might not understand it.
torment me for two months thinking and thinking of something that would make a change, ultimately, all this plaster. But I do not understand.
I just want to be your safe haven, that's all. And basically, I already know of it.
So why does the same thing so bad?
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