There is a beautiful song by Enrique that goes like this
“You, do you remember me?
Like I remember you?
Do you spend your life going back in your mind to that time?
Because I, I walk the street alone, I hate being on my own
Everyone can see that I really fell
And I am going through hell thinking about you with somebody else
Somebody wants you,
Somebody needs you,
Somebody dreams about you every single night
Somebody can’t breathe without you it’s lonely
Somebody hopes that someday you’ll see
That somebody’s me (2)”
And it goes on…
I don’t know even if you remember me. However, the truth is I think about you almost every single day.
I see you in them, who are as tall as you are.
I see you in them, who talks and talks and talks like you do.
I see you in them, who are as cute as you are.
I think of you when I listen to the songs which you have once sung.
I don’t really understand why I should fall for you.
I don’t really understand why I should think about you.
I don’t really understand why I want to be with you.
My mind keeps telling me to be practical, but, my heart fails to listen.
Whenever I see a couple together, my lips part like, although, my heart sheds tears.
I wish we could be together like them,
I wish I could wait for you,
Wait to see your smile,
Wait to hold your hands,
Wait to walk with you,
Wait for the rest of my life for you.
I know that it may not even be possible, but, for some reason, my heart keeps saying that may be some day, all this could be true and I get fooled every time.
Sometimes, I feel I just want to tell you what I feel about you.
Sometimes, I feel I want to make you a fool just like I make a fool of myself.
Forget about succeeding in it, I never even tried anything.
I did want to try my luck once, but, in the attempt, became more heart-broken.
I feel happy when I listen to something good that happened to you.
I feel bad when it is the other way.
I believe that you deserve whatever you dream, than anybody else deserves their dreams.
I believe that I could take care of you better than anybody else could do.
I believe in all this, even though I know you hardly remember me.
I never knew I am this.
I never knew I would be like this.
I never knew that I could be so bold to do this.
I never knew that I could do something which would surprise even my friends, in addition to me.
Every time, I write I try to mention you.
Every time, I try to make people believe that it is not about you or me.
Every time, I try to make them believe that it is all bogus.
I am thinking of something this time too.
Once, I read one of my friend’s posts (a love letter). He mentioned that he did that for his friend. I wondered how he could do that until he feels that.
Now, that I did this. I do understand.
If the readers can’t understand, I tried to write a love letter. Just wanted to feel how it is to write one.
Your opinions(I still believe, there will be some) are welcome.
