A ti, mi amor.

A ti, mi amor:
Tu me hace la mujer más feliz del mundo.
¿Qué haría yo sin ti?
Eres espontáneo y hermoso.
Tu siempre me hacen sentir segura y protegida.
Quiero dormir en tus brazos.
Yo encanta tu corazón y cómo estás cuidando.
Y cuando dijiste que me amas, yo tenía uno de los mejores días de mi vida.
Nena, te quiero.
Gracias por amarme.

Unresolved predicament

The suffocation encompasses round about
The innocent life within.

No rainbows,
No happiness,
No joy,
Nor reward
Is in attendance with this autocracy;
But rather subjugation, sorrow and helplessness.

The grasps of the Dictators are mechanical—firm and controlled;
Hopefulness slips from the grasps of the blameless.

The dictators' intentions, in attitude of ignorance toward the agency of the now powerless,
Leaves one party satisfied;
The second, and inferior, immobilized.

The Tyrants’ Policies (notably egocentric)
Divert the path of the good intention,
Leading, instead, to failure and dissatisfaction.

In the asphyxiated darkness,
The Helpless’s realisation illuminates.
The cause of the unsuccessful cycle has been identified.

But still; this means naught—
For the Voiceless’s findings are but insignificant
In the eyes of the deaf and blind Dictators.

The predicament is left unsolved.
 

You shouldn't apologise either; and especially not for getting to know me. I'm sorry if i let you down, but i promise that i will be your friend. i promise getting to know me wasn't for nothing. I don't want to keep going on like this either, but i want to talk to you. like Wednesday. that was cool. A song is a tall order, but i can try.

Yeah. Yeah it has been you. Maybe not right now because i'm just a bit lost on a weird path in my life, but yes. it did used to be you. But honestly, I don't even know if it's anyone anymore. I'm just confused. I need time to sort everything out. I wish everything was as easy as the good old days, when the topic of discussion was 'disabledness'.
I hope that's not the answer you didn't want, because i just want you to be happy.

You are a sweet talker. Every time i read your notes and blogs i can't help but admire how good a writer you are. I love the way you write. It enthralls me.

I don't want to tell you to stop. Ever.
You're entitled to say and think what you want.




P.s. since i've known you, you've always made me want to be a better person. And the way you are just seems to keep me in line. I miss talking to you. I'm glad things are changing. I really want to be friends. If that's what you want, of course.

I see i'm in a sort of predicament.
And i fully blame myself.

I don't mean to make you feel the way you feel, i really don't.
And the last thing i want to do is break your heart.

That's why i didn't tell you to your face.

I really did want to tell you though, because i didn't want you to feel played or cheated (coz that's not my intention);
But I've done enough heart-breaking, and i didn't think it was fair to just pile it on.

So i apologize.

You're an amazing person,
And all i want is to talk to you and be your friend.

But I sometimes find it hard to talk to you... what should i even say?

"I could really use a wish right now" too.
But i feel that i don't deserve a wish.
I'm just scared that i ruin everything.

Again.

Baby, if only you knew

Baby if I were you I'd be glad it's a "love-hate" relationship or whatever you wana call it -- I don't even know.
If you only knew.
You can do so much better than me.

"There's always that one person
That will always have your heart
You never see it coming
Cause you're blinded from the start
Know that you're that one for me
It's clear for everyone to see
Ooh baby ooh you'll always be my boo"

I secretly like you...
and wish i was good enough for you to like me too.