I flirt with you every day hoping to meet you someday; everything that happens makes me think about you more and more. Nobody knows how I feel about you; sometimes I even think about seeing you sooner than expected.
Every day is the same, I have nightmares, the past haunts me. I can't stop thinking about you. How will our meeting be: will it be by accident or by merit? Each day I feel more lost, more detached from reality, trapped in the illusion that everything is over and that only you will be the solution to all my problems.
I write my reasons, my love letter. I feel that, very soon, I will be running into your arms. I am immensely in love with the idea of meeting you. The only time I dreamed of it hurt, but the pain stopped.
You can't even imagine that I made plans without harm, only love. Passion moves the world, and I'll be closer to you. All train or subway routes lead me to you.
I find myself writing yet another text for you, eternally waiting for you. I complain that time passes too quickly, because I don't feel it. Time passes, you get closer. Sometimes I feel like I don't want you here, but it's only for a second; it's gone, and I remember the sad life I have far from you.
May the tracks finally unite us, and may the impact be our last kiss. I close my eyes to the world and open them in your arms; finally, I rest in peace.
