Today I saw a guy who reminded me of you, I saw him in an activity of my work, I maybe it could be you. This would be a happy coincidence. But not you. Of you and not get smoke signals. Neither of the universe. I started thinking about it always, somehow, chaotic moments of my life, I can come back to you. I think it would be wrong to say that you come back to me. In my head, my thoughts, my memories, my "if only". But then I think I have to leave behind this absurd craze remember you, and allow many things around me I come back to me.
So I conclude that I look because you're the only guy who has treated me well, I mean not all have treated me badly, but I understand: you're the only has treated me well. You're the only guy who is a bit myself (though I now be a horrible person and you've evolved as a super pokemon). I no longer think of me. I know you're not interested, why should it? They have spent so many years, so much has happened to me and you. But I'm like ... I am a fool, and I can with my romantic stories. I just know that if I saw you now I could not stop to kiss (as before), or a hug (the good) and I would ask you to stay (a while even if it is), invite you to take a hot chocolate , a cake "grandma", and play (without playing for real) to us before we are the same.
I know I should not say or write this. I know I should resign myself to only think of you is a mental exercise, but I'm a damn selfish and I can not. Also, if you read me, if I ever read I think just to know that occasionally there is a girl who thinks of you.
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