about who we used to be, and about who we are now.

Everyday when I went to sleep I lost my myself in thoughts. Wondering who We would be if we hadn´t been separeted. And it hadn´t changed the way i used to see you, and why i started loving you.
Should I be happy for this end? Some peolpe told me it was the right thing. Like, the best thing could ever happen. I know i wouldn´t have strengh to kill my undying love. But it doesn´t seem right at all...
I used to share all my soul with you. I would love to let a part of me right beside you. ´cause you would have something mine. That would make us together forever. And I wouldn´t miss you so much, if I could be, even just a part, by your side.
I loved you. And your voice became the sound of my favorite CD. You´re eyes were the places I would like to get inside. Without not time to get back. I didn´t want to go out of you...If you could be in you. Inside you. I would ever go outside. Why should I go outside if there´s nothing else to look for?

Everyday i feel i´m little lost. Thinking about everyone I already said I love you, once. I feel like 'what Am I doing here without you?' I should be dead. Or at least, be around you. I killed all this people. All this parts of me. But i´m still the same. Without past. I killed the promess and the things I desire. I killed my fantasie and my name. That´s called end. When we move on. When we killed parts of us for it don´t become lies. It was forever until it was alive.

But talking about us. Do you remember when I told you i was confusing myself? I dind´t know how I was, who you were, and who we were together. I remember to be so close to you. And sometimes I didn´t know who was speaking. Me, you, or I was speaking like you. Or you were speacking like me. I don´t know, there was a time I believed we were like twins. That´s why i started falling in love. I had found somebody just like me. Who was damn crushed in characters. The ones who went out the bar after catch your sweet broken love with another person. Living. When they should be after him.
We were in love with those people who suffer of broken loves. Who are the sweetest in every word. Who makes you want to change your self.

And I saw in you all this. I saw you something I´ve never found anywhere else. And better than this, ´cause what I found you, i didn´t find even in books or movies. You´re surreal. I can´t take this back.
I killed. I buried it. I forgot it. But it´s still there. Somewhere I left it. Is all safe, darling.
All the promesses, all the love, all the magics, all the letters, all the words, all of me, it´s safe.

But we were something. You were. I was. And we were so much similar. And We were just like that poor guys in movies that crys all night long after catching their best friend fucking their sweet sweet lover.
I decided to give up of being me. I accept to changed all of me. To be want you wanted. What you need. I decided to not be that character and be part of another story. One without so much pain and more love.
More happiness that I would ever expect of a movie. I mean, the movies we used to watch.
But I would this just for you. Just to be with you. But you said no. As I got broken, I got even more like a character at 60s. Black and White. No colors for me. No special effects. No happy end.

But you choose changed. And leave me. Without looking back. Without saying Goodbye. When i went to your house. Nobody was there. I found your clothes and your photos. I really met someone just like you. But it was empty. Dead.
You left yourself. You left the drama character. I´m glad you´re alright. And you´re leaving you romance now. You, Romeus, are really good sell out. But I don´t know you anymore. And now I´ll have to kill you. And stand the fact you decided to take another hand. To move with another person. And to start smiling for another joker. That´s hard. But I´m doing fine.