The special one

I was quiet, not blind. You didn’t won the last fights. I was gettin’ ready to leave you. To love me, as well.

You did your best. Of course, not in the way that I expected. All that I had on you was that. Empty expectations. So you finally did your best, showing yourself as you really were after many years.

Maybe that’s the only thing in what you weren't “the special one”. I've never known how to love anyone without expecting rare things that only occur in my thoughts.

Then, you made me realize that you never were made for spend my time. Even making me feel the deepest I've ever felt.

It wasn't your fault.

You really deserved a lot.

But (sorry) wasn't enough for having me.

If I didn't find no one made for me yet, its because I wasn't made for myself either yet.

I really though that you couldn't be better and I didn't deserve you. It was because I didn't have the strenght to grow up for myself in that moment. I was sick. I know it because then, I really though that I wasn't.

Well, now I'm sure that in a future I want someone who make me laugh at least as you used to do. Non stop.

And now I'm finally ready.

And thanks for that.

For everything.