Outra vez

- Conta-me outra vez aquela história.
- Qual? Nós temos tantas. Qual delas queres ouvir hoje?
- Aquela da praça velasquez, pode ser?
- Tu gostaste mesmo dessa noite, não foi?
- Adorei.
- Eu conto. Então é assim. Mais uma vez fomos para a praca velasqez mas desta vez era a noite ... Fomos para o mesmo sitio de sempre. Ia ser mais uma vez juntos e nós gostavamos de estar juntos .. Começou tudo com uma conversa, mas essa conversa tornou-se num momento especial, muito especial .. Foi a primeira vez que nos sentimos tao juntos, por isso é que estavamos tão nervosos ... Adorei a sensacao. Repetia tudo again ! - disse ele.
- Adorei.

"The" conversation

- I can't. I can't do this anymore. Us. I don't feel you with me. When we are together, your mind is somewhere else. I can feel it! I don't like it. I can't stand it. Not anymore...
She is no longer looking at his eyes while he is talking like she did in the last two times he came out with this conversation. This is the third time they are having "the" conversation. Usually she says anything to calm him down but today she is quiet. And, surprisingly she doesn't want to say anything.
-... You are different - he says -, even more different than the past year. We are together for... three years, right Sofia?
He holds her hand tight. She looks at him and see sadness. She doesn't know what to say this time. She is sick and tired of this issue. She can only say:
- I am sorry you feel that way. I didn't mean. I didn't mean to hurt you. I like you. I do. I am trying to give you the best of me. The best I can. But it seems it is not good enough. We keep having this conversation. (...) For you I am always distant. I am sorry. All I can say is that. I am sorry.
- But I don't want that. I don't want you to apologise. That's not it. I love you. I want to feel you are with me. Sofia, I love you like I never loved anyone. Do you hear me? But I don't think you love me. No, let me finish...
He stands up and starts to walk in circles. It is obvious he is nervous.
- ... I need to ask you one thing.... Uh... Oh, how do I say this? ... Uh, will you love me someday? I mean, for real ?
The sadness is still in his eyes. He is staring at her wishing to hear the answer he wants to hear. She stands up and put her hands on his face and clean the tears around his eyes with her fingers. She take a deep breath and finally says:
- I am sorry but my heart has already been stolen.

Dear Valentine,

These are the things I never told you. These are the things I need you to know. That I loved you always. It wasn't a first sight love, but a love that grew and grew. And my love was so big, it lives still after you're gone. I'd like to tell you that I would do it differently. That if I had one more chance I would do everything right. But I know that isn't true. I'd make everything again. I'd make all the same mistakes. But trust me that I learnt. Now I take iniciative. I fight for what I want. I would fight for you but it seems to me it's too late. It has been almost four years since you've left. But the love is still here, inside of me. Because of you I live life every day like it is the last one. I don't think anymore how things will end, not anymore. I tried to forget you but everytime I do that, the feelings that I have for you, they just keep comming back. I love you. I knew it then and I know it now. I know it always, you're IT. You're my one. If I could turn back time, I do it all over again, for sure. That is except one. I would say goodbye.

Love