The only way

I know it's silly trying to explain... I do a mistake writing to you... It's absolutely useless but just can't keep it inside.

You don't love me, you never did otherwise why are you silent?  You're telling you wanna come... then 'seriously' wana come... so what before it wasn't serious? Of course not, you're telling me the same for years...
When you wanted to come to Brasil it took just some months - and you're there!

Even when you wanted something from me, something I clearly not willing to do... Even that shows there is no love. You just don't understand the meaning.

Wish for making love is not love and you simply tortured me for nothing as always.

I shouldn't write it I know, I have to bear the pain in silence... But I'm human too, may do mistakes as well...

I didn't cry for long... You couldn't let me be happy.

I really didn't mean to spoil your mood.

I know it's not easy period of life for you too but I can't stop myself. I need to speak it out.

Oh, I almost sent it... And still stopped myself in the last moment.
There is no other way for me except bear you with your everything.

You know...



Instead all above I could just tell: I miss you, love... But it's also useless cause you love when I miss you... Cause you did everything for that...