#7; when you know i can't love you.

sorry for the english, but i can't think in another language.
and it's just because i've been listening inspiring things and i can't take the setences and melodies from my head.
so, i was wrote about the good things, isn't? now i think we have had so mmuch more bad things than good things. and you know i'm right. but why do i want to remind all of them? i don't know, maybe it's because... it's easier, y'know? it's easier to remind about the bad things, because i know that we'll always have something good to fix it. or fix them. sometimes one good thing fix three or four bad things.
and why did i choose "Love, Love, Love" as a title? because it remind of our start. and, yes, i'm gonna talk about our start.
remember when i used to say that i don't loved you as you used to do? you, sometimes, used to say that you would love for both. and, i'm sorry, i think you still do this sometimes. just because i'm the kind of person who don't pay attetion enough in things and let details pass by.
and the funniest thing is that in that time i was sure about we gettin' togheter. and the real good days past so fast. after two weeks, i think, things just got mad and out of control. and how much days we spent together, "being in love", just made we start to disgust each other. and i think i shouldn't say things like this, but i have to. this is the kind of thing i have to say.
i miss the old days. and i write this with tears on my eyes. i really miss the old days. we were truly in love. we were truly inocent. we were what we are fighting to be again. we were united, remember? now we are, not just fisically, but emotionally apart. when did we got so distant? i miss the old days.
and this is a problem, because i miss the doubt about you. i miss all the fear and the insecurity. i miss all the things i hate. but they were easier. and i'm the kind of person who likes easy things. must to be because of this i'm not comfortable not.
i know i'm making this "anniversary text" look like a "goodbye text", but this is the purpose. and now i understand the sad songs and all the sad words. it's not about you, not about us, it's about me, again. and "Love, Love, Love" express this everything. somtimes i feel like the vilain. i'm the bad person. i'm the grotty half. it's not your fault.
and if we pass by throught this, we'll be invincible, i hope.

  maybe i'm a crock for stealing your heart away.
'cause you love, love, love, when you know i can't love you.

happy 3rd anniversary. from many.