I wish you love, my love.

God, can you hear me?
I wish I was stronger. Stronger to hold on my feelings and do not think about him.
How can I love someone I don't even know?
What's he like? Is he old, younger, blond, brazilian, foreigner?
When is he coming? Still in this life? I hope.

I'd rather die than not meeting him. I think. And it's not predictable.
It's just a huge feeling he can be around anywhere, anytime.
It drives me crazy.

And maybe I'll never have these answers, the only answer I have is the love I got, and when the day arrives to finally meet him,
I'll know he's the one. Like I had always known. I realize now that I was just confusing myself with other guys, but I always knew they were not the right ones for me. Deep inside I knew. The feeling was strong.

Some people say we are able to learn how to love someone. But I don't want this kind of love. I want the spontaneous one.
That's the one inside me that is willing to go out.

Well...I wish me love. The real love.