In English.

So, you're never going to be what I wanted you to be. I'm a victim of my own illussions, and sooner or later I'll have to land in the ocean of reality. But I still have some things left to say to you... and I hope I can say them, somewhere in the future...

Always waiting... why? I don't know. I don't like chances, I just want to know the facts. And sometimes I realize that's not possible without sacrifice. I still need a light of hope in my way.

I know you know. And I feel sorry about it. It's just a feeling, and by definition, hard to control. I tried my best to handle it, and I think I failed. I've seen your reaction... and now I feel guilty.

And I swear I never knew how it could be
And all this time all I had inside was what I couldn't see

It's been a long time since my last writings in english, but I wanted to write this way. And there is another reason although I don't want to write it here.

Para los que no entendieron, perdón. Necesitaba escribir en inglés.