I confess: I love you too much and do not have blood running through my veins, has you running them and making me live. Our conversations leave me every second more convinced that you and I are the hottest dialogue in the world and make me question about why we still do not admit to loving this madness that is to be the fuel of each other. more now will not show me love I will wait for you manifestes your love and make me feel the intensity with which you live me and makes me breathe, I do not want to love only and do not want me living without that I knew. I know that I understand is not an easy task, the more I believe that the contact that our souls have will make you get in my deepest self and so you will have no doubts about me, so finally we can be one, and be all those ideas that we formatted together when we was just a probability. Already do not want to tear you from my veins, I root you in my soul.