Format by destabilise.
I know his qualities
and his flaws and every detail of his face, I know all of the
callus of his hands and I know the path that his feet have
traveled. He is not a character in a book, his hair is not
always a messy in a beautiful way and he don't treat me as
if I were made of precious stones, sometimes he say
things without thinking and leaves me with unexplained chest
pain. He don't know, but I wake up two hours early to do my
hair and pick the best outfit, and all just for him. He also
don't know, but my favorite songs are just my favorite
songs because they remind me of him. I feel complete by his
side, even when he hurt me and leave me in the deep end with
nothing left, I want to be looking at him, even bleeding to
death. At night when I lay my head on the pillow I think if he
are good and what is he doing, and if he is thinking or feeling
this way about me too, i'm even a person of an unshaken
faith, but I pray and infinitely hope, I beg for an God, to
make his heart beat in peace. Hold his hands makes even
the coldest places of my soul catch fire, look in his eyes
makes me want to live forever, even in this horrible world, I
bear anything just to be able to look in his eyes for eternity,
when I make him smile my all world stop, I just stop listening
to everything around me and not even a single problem comes my
mind. He broke all my walls
and SHOOK all
my dreams since the first time I looked at him.
REBECA PEREIRA, "LIEXT". SÃO
PAULO, 2014, MARCH 6.
LISTENING TO "ECHO" BY "BALANCE AND
COMPOSURE".