Dear love:
I've been writing you the last year, but just now I've notice how dangerous you are.
Sometimes I wish I didn't knew how love feels like, so I'll let it pass without all this thoughts, but all of this things passing by in my body, always reminding me of something, of someone. My heart starts to rush, so I'm laying here writing you, again, because inspiration is here, right where you are.
The theater, the perfect place, the place I'm vulnerable, the place I see you, the place I matter, the stage we belong.
I don't really have a lot to say, just this.
I can't touch you... but when I do, ¡Uh!. And you don't see me... but when you do, you smile, and that makes me damn happy.
Damn! I wish I knew what's on your mind and stop wondering, and I wish you came here and tell me something about you, and I wish we were together.
