Just for you

All my life, I always had a knack to take decisions. They weren't always the best, the brightest. The easier or the cleverer ones. But everytime I had a bump on the road, I could manage to sit, think and decide. This time is different. I don't know why, I simply can't. It's too tricky, I guess, to complex to me. Or simply it's a decision I never imagined I had to take.

I'm sorry if you're suffering. Believe me, I never wanted you to suffer; in fact, I care for you too much to desire you any pain. I respect and admire you, and God knows that every night I pray for your hapiness. Alas, I'm making you bitter.

I'm bitter too. I don't know what to do. I never answered your question, I couldn't, it's too much responsability, to ask a man to drop everything he is, and in change, all he gets it's me. I could answer your question right now, here, but I believe that you want to hear it; probably you read it in my eyes, you always had your way with me, to read my mind, right?

We're both scared because we both have the same problem: we don't want to give our hearts away, and watch them being broken, shattered like glass again. I saw it in your eyes, you're scared to death. Me too. I never stopped to think why you are a constant in my life for the last ten years. I never stopped to evaluate how much importance you have in my life. I never stopped to understand why I can't live without you.