Wilde

I have to say this is difficult. I have only done this once when I was a little boy. I remember myself writing each word with complete innocence, writing as if writing didn´t hurt. I recall what doing everything for love really meant. There was no hesitation, there was no right or wrong. You would do anything possible to succeed.

We have now grown and life schedules a new appointment with a similar situation. You sit there, waiting for that perfect moment to arrive, preparing your newest and ironed shirt, thinking the exact words you will say almost by heart.

But love is more than a moment. Love is my eager desire to be with you in spite of everything. Perhaps you´ve forgotten. I have forgotten almost everything except love.

Probably saying sorry wasn´t enough, maybe you´ve never listened to me say it, but I am, I´m sorry. I think about pushing the walls of time back to where we left off. But it´s easy to dream when I think about you.

Unfortunately life is not an exact science, with precise formulas that take you to an only possible result. I just believe some things are meant to be. I just believe you and me are one of those things.