I close my eyes, I can see myself still above you, while you record my moves and smile. I remember you so perfectly smiling at me as you arrange my clothes for when I get up, 'All this ready'. I won't forget your flirty way of letting me know I was doing well, it was a pleasure to feel so loved and wanted at the same time.
I felt blissful to see you bathe, walk around the whole room like nothing, be happy with me, to then only see you sleep and wake up with kisses.
Too bad we were only a date in that hotel room.
Where after that we both disappeared
You don't know, and today I would like to confess it to you:
I could see you achieving great things.
You're the first person I sing to, even though I may do terrible.
Your eyes gave me peace, and your smile tranquility.
I like you much more than looking at the stars.
No one had surprised in such a short time like you.
I smiled every time I knew, I would see you.
Your kisses used to drive me crazy, I was #1 fan of your tongue, even though it sounds weird.
I loved that you hugged me tight whenever we saw each other.
I will never forget the first time you said —I love you— ;maybe you felt it, but you failed to prove it.
I've been dying to text you saying I miss you.
I've become more sensible, but I still can't control what you asked so much.
I still listen to songs that remind me of you.
I really miss laying on your chest, while you sleep.
I really remember the way you danced, the way you sang, and the way you laughed when I did something that was very funny to you.
You were the type of guy who waits for a long time.
Perfect sense of humor, the way you made me love was unreal, but you always thought you had time, more time.
You never meant to get ahead.
And yes, maybe we were already at a better point than at the beginning, I'm tired of waiting anyway.
So just like you I disappeared.
Neither will you look for me because I already gave you what you might have expected, nor will I look for you because I know I gave a lot, and I'm a lot just to be the one who takes away your desire.
I like you, and I love you, of course I do.
But today, here, remembering the occasion that I was yours, I am also grateful for what was not.
-Mariana Doctor.
📖 Cartas a amores imposibles.
Available on the free market, contact me directly if you'd like me to go with personalized dedication and digitally.
Too bad we were only a date in that hotel room.
Where after that we both disappeared
You don't know, and today I would like to confess it to you:
I could see you achieving great things.
You're the first person I sing to, even though I may do terrible.
Your eyes gave me peace, and your smile tranquility.
I like you much more than looking at the stars.
No one had surprised in such a short time like you.
I smiled every time I knew, I would see you.
Your kisses used to drive me crazy, I was #1 fan of your tongue, even though it sounds weird.
I loved that you hugged me tight whenever we saw each other.
I will never forget the first time you said —I love you— ;maybe you felt it, but you failed to prove it.
I've been dying to text you saying I miss you.
I've become more sensible, but I still can't control what you asked so much.
I still listen to songs that remind me of you.
I really miss laying on your chest, while you sleep.
I really remember the way you danced, the way you sang, and the way you laughed when I did something that was very funny to you.
You were the type of guy who waits for a long time.
Perfect sense of humor, the way you made me love was unreal, but you always thought you had time, more time.
You never meant to get ahead.
And yes, maybe we were already at a better point than at the beginning, I'm tired of waiting anyway.
So just like you I disappeared.
Neither will you look for me because I already gave you what you might have expected, nor will I look for you because I know I gave a lot, and I'm a lot just to be the one who takes away your desire.
I like you, and I love you, of course I do.
But today, here, remembering the occasion that I was yours, I am also grateful for what was not.
-Mariana Doctor.
📖 Cartas a amores imposibles.
Available on the free market, contact me directly if you'd like me to go with personalized dedication and digitally.
