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Book # 14: Hourglass

Hourglass weekend I hope to see you, to have even 10 minutes of your life in mine. left to give myself a long weekend alone, long ago decided to live much unmatched when it comes out for you, looking for something nice to do together, without planning something special, because it cute is it with you. weekend I hope to have electricity in the next, to fill with gifts and pay me with a smile, to open the door, and invite you to share with me. weekend I hope to know if you call me look at the phone, and would like your screen to light up, look if you're there, to know that there is a way of contacting you. One day, I answered, was on the street and fear that something had happened I was over my mind, in the car, before returning home, I went through yours, look out your window and noticed it was dark. Hate exaggerate, and bawled when I do, but sometimes I can not control, maybe if I had more stability, could so many things to avoid. For 9 years, I hope the weekend, to know if you want to spend minutes to us, to know if we'll see those movies that I bought years ago, let me know if rocetas give in mouth, or if I can arrive early and take some roses. Monday hope to see you're still here, I dare not speak, because not want to pressure you, I can not, because I have fear and sit aside. The days where we eat together are the best of each week, Fridays are the hope and wishes, but every day happens, my body gets older, I'm afraid notice my wrinkles, my imperfections, notice that my body is slowly receding. Maybe someday I see, and notice how much change each time no see ... torments me this weekend, because I hardly know you, because we do our things, and at the end of it, not know if you cried, laughed, or if these or you left, because if you go, no one would wait avisaríay me night after night, first, the notary Pending eternal sound, then silence exhaustion, what scares me the most is that when I noticed, everyone would know already, would be leaving, and my roses would n the past, and my tears, the first of eternity. Dime that I have to be afraid of any of this, tell me my weekends will be my everlasting memory of the things I believe, of love that you feel.