First day of 2013: consideration

Have you ever experienced love? And that kind of love? I’m talking about the impossible one. Optimistic, vade retro. Impossible things sometimes happen. I don’t know if it’s because I don’t have the courage to talk to you or simply because you have broken hearted. I wish that you had kept me longer last night in your arms, that your hand had held mine and your body had made me dance. And today, while I prattle, you come back to my mind. Your words echo in my head. I don’t understand, I cannot indeed. What do you want from me? Why don’t you leave me alone? Why were you there with her? I want to cry, I want to come to you. But the fear that the door doesn't open is stronger than these legs. The realization that you deserve better, that you can get better, keeps me here. This computer is the listener of my paranoia, it's my confessor.