Selfnote -01.01.26

How ironic is this life that gives us people who, for different reasons, we cannot have as we would like...and it hurts, it hurts so much to see how magic can only remain as a memory, indelible, but something intangible, that only serves to remind us...
No one is to blame for how they feel, or how they feel it, except that maybe it wasn't the right time, or the right life... or who knows... just because they don't call you, don't write to you, don't see you, doesn't mean they want to, but I know that would hurt you even more, and the last thing I ever wanted was to hurt you... We live in the same universe, but in different worlds, with different lives and feelings, where there was no agreement that everything could be okay...
Forgive me for not living up to your expectations, because no one knows better than I what I wanted to achieve, and I lost you... and it tears at my soul to know it... but I'll be here, and I'll never stop hoping that one day, our paths will be the same, even if I dance barefoot and you walk in steel boots...
I'll always be here...