My pain is to think that maybe you'll never be over here, that all this time here still, it was no use. I wish I could say some things, but it is at these times that the words disappear and everything is transformed in just heartbreak. Maybe I'm so selfish that you do not want to let go, for the simple pleasure of trying to extract all that is in me. And it's so tense, so ... depressing, so ... sad that you would not feel in any moment.

Aninha B.