LETTER FOR A LOVE OF THE PAST

I have not seen you in a long time, I wonder, will I go through your mind sometimes?

Most of the moments we shared were between you and me, just between us, everyone looks at us but we kept it a secret, since it was a love that did not look good, through society protecting me and protecting you, I kept my distance to the feelings, but he won.

The fact that now my body longs to feel your skin and you want to relive the discomfort that caused this attraction, it does not matter because you make me feel something magical, that many people now claim to love me and I can not open my heart

I do not know if I feel this way again for someone, here in my being there will always be a bit of you, you are a tattoo that is in my memory and no one can erase the memories and every damn word that is told makes us hear a Little in love, we play with this feeling called love and we gain experience in this beautiful feeling but now we have a martyrdom of how badly this game ended, saying of ''HE THAT PLAYS WITH FIRE, BURNED '' and we are already ashes.

We had the illusion that this would break the barriers, but transparency was a direct bullet for our souls, to feel love is not everything, it is a damn illusion that does not help us to think with a cool head, but we end up acting foolishly. Thus, we had a treasure that, for fear of losing it, we ended up getting ready without realizing it.
The more emphasis I put on getting out of the head more easily returns our cute moments to thinking

In a future more than after, when it no longer hurts to sit and share some beers and talk asking
Why were not we brave at that time?
What do we want for this time?
Why did we do it that way?

For now we just have to wait for the moment of destiny, in case I see you again crossing my path, old love.