Even when I am alone, I am able to imagine that you are here. I can feel your hands slipping on mine, causing a hot hug that I need so much, those wanted kisses and those yearned caresses.
Even when I am alone, I think a thousand things that will pass in the future, but it is sad to realize that they are just histories that I invent to escape from my loneliness.
Even when I am alone, I realize that my empty heart will stay; I have so many thoughts sometimes crazy, other magic that wont happened, but they are just that, thoughts, and even when I write some of them, they are ignored in my mind as old or dead files that soon will be discarded.
Even when I am alone, I am able to imagine that I am happy, because my mind always escapes to you; and in that I stop existing just to think of you, and always a question is left Where these tears are?
