Cá entre nós

I did not come here to understand or explain, or ask anything to me ... I just came here from what I know and from what I know, you like me ... I do not want anyone to sing the song that I made for you ...

• I discovered that I am jealous and possessive, and disguise it very well. Incidentally, disguise many things very well, as, for example, the selfish feeling that I still feel in my heart for that boy child.
Although I know all his faults, but do not know half of their qualities. Because he does not fit in my concept of beauty, it attracts attention, do not tell me cool stuff and interesting, do not treat me well, does not meet my requirements of "perfect man", but I do know one thing: he is special to me .
• Special because it was here that I gave my first kiss, was it that said I love you sincerely; was with him that I learned to be strong, to trust someone, to share emotions, it was he who taught me the double meaning of things and gestures, that he was swapped with sincere looks, glances in which millions of words had been expressed, and
mixed feelings ...
I do not think that a certain bid for a love to replace the other, I think it's not over on both sides because it is still worth it persists, or else preserve the friendship.
I did not understand what happened to both of us, just know you (now) is not anything that I dreamed for me, has nothing of that boy I knew, that I loved, I asked and thanked God for having sent me.
I would appreciate if you changed your way, but not for worse, I mean, the worst for me, to our friendship.
Now do these pieces of music my words:

• "I should have loved more, have cried more ... I should have cared less about small problems, died of love ... I should have
accepted people as they are ... "
• "I just want you to know that I'm thinking of you, that I 'love' increasingly ..."
• "Every time I look, every time I call, every time I think of lhedar my love my heart thinks it will not be possible to
you find, thinks nap will be possible to love him, thinks it will not be possible to conquer it. I love you, boy ... "