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Thought of a Midsummer Night's

I wish I could to love. Really. That way, it seems to me that is struggling to volertene. In fact, until a few days ago, I never dreamed of asking myself the question: do you want to stop. All this is rather odd, considering that probably is not that we are just friends. Let alone something more, but in short, as the speed and turn around, something you and I are. Or so it appears to my eyes. In short, I said, I never doubted. And today, well yesterday, considering the time, I told myself that I wish I could to love, because I can not understand if I can still volertene. When I told you that I wanted, I did not expect reciprocated. Because, simply, I know enough. But the fact of loving you was something I was to say and imply things like "if you need it, I am here" and the like. Now, it is clear that you do not care. And if you're interested in is something that concealing well. On closer inspection I do not even something that you care. In fact, I have not asked for anything nor did I weigh it. The problem, therefore, is not if you love me or less. I'm not interested. Instead, what matters to me is that you seem to have done all, more than once, so you do not want more, congratulations, you're almost succeeded. To this I say: I wish I could because to love today, but yesterday, considering the time, I no longer know if you want it. I am a bit sad, you know? I am a little sad because from the impression that your goal is to destroy this feeling, although I did not ask for virtually nothing in return. But what makes me sad more than anything is this: there is one person - you know who, right? - Which was wrong down the line. But today, well yesterday, considering the time, I wondered if, many times, at least on one thing, one!, Was right. And that what are you . This, makes me sad. And today, well yesterday considering the time, listening to the concert Vasco because I can not go. And while I hold her lips in that way that always associated with the resignation, he sings to me " And now I think, who knows how many times you laughed you ... me. . And who knows that is not true. I do not know anymore.