I am in love with a guy.
That is not a reckless passion or a personal lack of thrilling,
I do love him.
I can´t tell him so.
And I can ´t because I love him, and if I did not love him I would be a ble to tell him anything.
If I say this beautiful truth to him, he will run to the hills immediatly.
Men usually do that, you know.
I hate so much when it happens.
He is peace to me.
I love his tenderness, his easy words, so thoughtful and yet so simple, as an ordinary day sunlight.
Whenever I´m stressed, I think of him and my mind is at ease.
Oh, and I think he is clever than me and, even more, he is much more intelligent than he recognises.
That is also important.
I just forgot to mention we never got together properly, as we live in different cities.
This is the main reason we are still talking. I don ´t want a real skin and bones relationship to screw my childish adoration up.
He makes me think there is still hope.
And that is what I need to carry on.