''If I leave now do you promise that you won't? Cause I could. I swear I could, I'd leave at your door several parts of me: skin, smell, heart, sighs, cry. I wouldn't take anything that could remind me. I'd leave it all so you could throw it away, kiss it, put it on an altar or burn it.''

It's a but like that, you know. I still didn't get an answer, but I need to write you. I think it's one of the most (''?'' I dont even have a adjective for it) of my day. It's an endless stubborness, a pushing through. And I need, damn, I need a spatial presente, you see? So I'm sending you thing so I can be there. In a e-mail box entrance, or in a dark hopeless look, so you can finally see me, get me together, leave me behind.It must be like that. I'm kinda afraid, it's just my impellings forces about you are so calming, I can't resist it. I'm not illogical. I send so you could like it, even if you hate it. I send so I can be there, again. As a shadow, but there. Be smiling. Lighting a cigarette and making a huge effort to read me. I'll be glad, even being sad. Glad about knowing you exist and in the right moment my thoughts happen, you may be also thinking or running over to this page, or anything else, a glass of water, it can be. I'll tell you in this piece of paper that I love you and it's to be understood, understand as a really good and happy thing, a thing that I couldn't explain even if I wanted to, but some of it is there, or even here, in each swallowed. Be aware that I suffer a little, sometimes. Be patient. Now I'm laughing in every possible way, I'm truely happy about writing you. (...)
I wanna send you special, spatial things. I wanna think you'll receive them. And realize that I'm sentimentally and still I'm showing my feelings to you, feeling naked, weaponless; take it (if you want to). I can feel firewell and good-bye touching my neck. In fact I don't feel bad around you, but I know you have a completely different life of what I desire from you. But I'm already crashing my enormous and temperamental ego exposing myself like that, and being sure you don't feel the same and more likely you won't. That hurts. My share of humbleness and devotion to the romantic causes ends here. A bloom, a smile, a hell up drinking, a song. Feel hugged. And thank you for giving me the chance to meet an incredible person like you. Be good, feed well. You have my heart.