quinta-feira, 14 de julho de 2011


- It isn't you, it's me. - Classical phrase. - Seriously. (breath) I've been thinking too much lately. - About what? - Everything. - Do you still love me? - Maybe. - You still wanna be together? - I don't know. I've been trying to figure it out. - Am I not enough? - You make yourself good enough to anyone. - So why? - I told you, it's me. - Tell me what's going on... - I'm afraid... of losing you. - Why? - Because I care too much. And life changes, people change. So you will. - I won't, I promise. - You can't. - Don't do that to me, to us... I love you. - And I'm too scared about doing the same. - What do you want from me? - I don't know. - So, it's over? - (tears) Hold me tight, make me a stronger person. - But you are. - No, I'm not. I'm happy because I have you, and this is not right. It isn't right someone who owns your happiness like it was a picture. Someone who can break your heart whenever it realizes it's time to go, because love's just gone. - What are you saying? I'll never leave you. - You say that because you love me. - Exactly. So why are you doing this to us? - Because I'm too afraid of allowing me to be happy. Because I'm a lunatic. And I can't compete to this. I can't compete to anyone.