Such a long time that i haven´t written on your skin...such an eternity that i haven´t touched with my fingers your essence...i don´t know what i´ve become, all i can sense is that i´m not longer who i used to be, there´s someone else inside of me; but that´s not what i´m here for...i missed you so much, and the words are not enough anymore, the words don´t make sense to me. Since i said to you that it was the last time we would see each other, hurt me very deep inside, and felt the blood running through my body and wanted so bad to come back to you, to hold you, to press my lips on yours, to feel the warmth, the beat of your heart, your breathing, your whispers calling my name: Edward, Edward... My dear, i´m always awake, wondering what are doing at the moment, if you´re thinking of me the way i´m thinking of you; cuz i know i crushed you when i said that; that i didn´t leave any reason for you to smile or to be the way you´ve always been. I did it for you...such hypocrit words, such selfish feeling! I´m so selfish, my love! I always dream of you, next to me, kissing me so sweetly, softly, lovely; pretending that none of this had happened, that it was just a lie, that soon as you wake up, you´ll run to me and hold me tight. But it´s not...such a long time that i haven´t written on your skin...feels like a never ending eternity that i haven´t kissed you and listening your voice calling me: Edward, Edward...
