Why didn’t you leave after all this time?Why didn’t you leave when there are so many better things to do than be by my side?I’m a more boring than funny person, more melodramatic than funny, and when I hit the ball, I hit her hard. in your head to keep looking at me with joy on the days when I repeat to you what sadness there is?
You’re crazy, those crazy people who don’t exist anymore. I’m sorry to tell you this, but today I can no longer hide the truth, I don’t want to, I don’t want to, today I can no longer fool you, I can no longer soften how I feel, just as I didn’t when I didn’t find meaning at all. So today I ask you to listen to me
- There are people we can always return to.
- Even if we move away from light years and are in another galaxy.
- They are synonymous with warmth and intimacy.
- They are a connection at first sight.
- An unwavering and unique harmony.
You were my cane when I was blind. You didn’t bother to go with me even though you knew that in many places I was looking I wouldn’t find anything, even though you warned me, you never told me, I told you.
I want to tell you one thing: without you I wouldn’t have gotten this far and I would have been left behind, without you I wouldn’t have looked for one last bullet in my pockets to punch.
You didn’t tell me anything, even though my fights also left you scarrs, marks that I now look at and that give me the opportunity to have been able to count on you, brands that prove that you are part of me, that we perform this ritual in which everything is shared, even blood?
You stayed to do a realistic damage analysis and give me the points. He threw alcohol at me and told me a dirty joke, knowing that at first it burns but that there is no wound to infect it.
He also toasted with me and looking me in the eye asked me to use the spaces between the words for the next one. Because you’ve known me for a few years and you know I won’t change my essence, even if I can negotiate with her.
I showed you my worst side, the one I’m least proud of, and you refused to believe my words when I said it really was when things went wrong.
You don’t believe in the evidence and you told me from faith that it moves mountains as proud as mine, the illusion of thinking you could see that not everything was so black, so dark and so dark.
You haven’t forgotten about the good times and talked about them in the hope that they were a thread that you could draw, the rock to hold onto with the hand that freed me, you didn’t even leave when I found myself limping from the hand that you argued, doing a surreal victimization exercise.
I will not let you forget these words because they are as true as contrary to how little you like, I will remind you of these words point by point, so that you understand that your efforts are bearing fruit. While I do not understand. rationally what you are doing here, I am deeply grateful for your presence.