What is it that makes a man sad? Is it the sense of being alone; or having something that cannot be yours?
What is it that makes a man cry? Is it when you lose something you really love; or when you love something that you can’t live without?
What is it that makes a man happy? Is it the sense of being together with the one you love; or loving something even if it cannot be yours?
What is it that makes a man laugh? Is it when you have everything that you want; or when you have everything that you need?
What is it that makes a man live? Is it when you are in love; or when you are being loved?
What is it that makes a man die? Is it when you hate; or when you are being hated?
I don’t know what to feel anymore. I can’t cry no more tears. My eyes are too tired to. Every night I sit the whole night wondering if you’re thinking of me, too. And in the morning when I wake up, it’s still your name that my heart keeps calling.
How I wish there were no days, all nights. Because that’s the closest that I can be from feeling your arms around me. I wish there was no light for me to see, only darkness. Because every time I look around me everything is empty. If only in the darkness I can feel your hand touching mine, so be it. I’d stay in this dark room if that’s the only way.
I love you.
