Una duda

¿Decir la verdad evidente y desatar todo lo que puede conllevar? ¿Seguir guardando silencio y fingir que todo va bien? No lo sé, es algo que a la fecha sigo sin descifrar, porque no quiero que por hablar y liberar mis demonios, todo se derrumbe, porque he preferido callar y seguir como hasta ahora a mirarte a los ojos y explicarte esa mirada que provocas en mi. Supongo que seguiré callando, o quizá un día no pueda controlar las ganas de tomar tu rostro entre mis manos y explicarte absolutamente todo con un beso que haga que no tengas duda alguna sobre lo que siento o sobre lo que he callado, sólo debería haber una duda y esa es: ¿Por qué tardaste tanto? Mientras tanto, seguiré admirándote en silencio, contemplando cada uno de tus gestos, abrazándote sin desenmascararme por completo, viendo tus ojos y hundiéndome en esa mirada que me transmite tantas cosas y tantos sentimientos y al final, sólo me queda una duda...

Mi problema.

¿Quieres saber cuál es mi problema? 

¿Quieres saber qué es aquello que me atormenta y no me deja en paz?

¿Te gustaría saber el motivo de mis desatinos y de mi constante ausencia de la realidad?

Muy bien, te diré cuál es ese "problema" que tengo. 

Mi problema es tu hermosa sonrisa que ilumina cada uno de los momentos que me regalas esa imágen, es tu cabello que se desliza entre mis dedos cada que paso mi mano por tu cabeza, mi problema son tus ojos que no puedo dejar de admirar cada que estoy contigo, es tu perfume que me embriaga y me hace perder la razón cada que lo percibo.

Tengo también un problema con tu forma de ser, con tus bromas, con tus consejos, con la manera en la que conviertes un día aburrido en uno divertido, un día triste en uno lleno de sorpresas, tengo un problema en tu manera de convertir un pésimo día en un radiante y lleno de vida y alegría, el problema es que tu forma de ser es irresistible para mi.

Mi problema es tu presencia, que hace que mis puilas se dilaten para poner toda mi atención en ti, que hace que mis signos vitales se aceleren y no piense en nada ni nadie más que en ti.

Mi problema es que te quiero.

(Pues sólo se me ocurrió :P pórtense y cuídense!)

Let the music talks.

Hello, *********.

I've waited here for you, ever long. And now, suddenly, I've found you, I remember when I was fine, just a guy living on my own, waiting for the sky to fall and then you came and changed all for me. You changed a lot of things, and did it only with your smile, your eyes, your talks, being you. I was feeling weak, and then... You gave the strength to me, a strength I never had, because I was a mess, but no more.

Every time I think of you, I can close my eyes, but I can’t stop seeing you, I can stop sleeping but not dreaming, and that’s because I’ve never met a woman that makes me feel like you do, I mean, you bring me light and take away my pain. It’s like you’re an angel to me, my angel.

I told you I can’t stop dreaming, because you make me feel like that, and you know what? Don’t wake me! Because I don’t want to leave this dream, besides, when it’s you I’m dreaming of, I don’t want to wake up. I’m telling you, you’re like a dream to me, everything I’ve ever dreamed, EVERYTHING is in you.

I really like you, you’re smile, your face, your sense of humor, the way you are, but, you know? There’s something about your eyes, they make me… Well, search into my soul. I know it sounds weird, because, well, search for what? And the answer is they make me realize I’m trying to be a better man for you. A better man in any way, you know, like in everything.

You do something to me that I can’t explain, really, I can’t, it’s like you take all my senses into you, my sight, smell, touch, hearing and taste are focused on you, for any movement you make, in any minute, and it’s funny, it took you just one smile to break down any shield I could possibly had.

When I first met you, I couldn’t stop staring at you, maybe you don’t remember how it was, but I was watching you while you were talking to someone else, and I thought “Wow, that’s a really pretty girl” and, the more I knew you, the more I liked you, because I realized, you are beautiful not only in the outside, but from the inside too, and little by little you've become something like a contrast to me, you're at once, my tragedy and remedy, my insanity and my clarity but more important, you are the quiet and the confusion of my heart.

You know? You changed my life. And I can’t ask for any more than being in your arms and run away from everything, I can’t stop thinking I’m in love with you, and from now on, I don’t care about every night I waited or every maze I had to go through, because someone or somewhere has sent you, and you came just one second before my surrendering.

Anyway, everything resumes in: I wanna be yours, just let me be the portable heater that you’ll get cold without. Secrets I have held in my heart are harder to hide than I thought, but no more, I wanna be yours, and I want you to be mine, forever, I know we can do it, and you know? I need a plan, and that plan is watching you, learn how you are, love you the way you are, talk to you, listen to you, build an invincible bridge between us, I need to be in your memories, I don’t know how but be in you. But, well, besides a plan, I need something bigger than that, I don’t really know how, but in the end, someday, I want you to need me as much as I need you.

You, who dance perfectly timed with my angels and whose name can silence every one of my demons, have given sense to many things, thank you so much.

(You know? I'm looking for someone to burn out bright with, and I guess that's you.)