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You don't know me, and I don't have any right to ask you for something like that;
but I'd like to have a minute of your attention.
Some time ago, it was me who was in your place...
It was me who had the luck of being awakened by him every morning.
If I asked him to wake me up at a determined hour,
he would always do it ten minutes later.
And when I asked him, worried about the delay,
for what reason he hadn't awaken me,
he would say that I was too gorgeous sleeping,
and that he didn't want to bother me in my dreams.
Knowing him like I did,
I knew that he couldn't be saying anything more true...
I was the first person to whom he called,
when he had any important news, good or bad.
It was for my opinion that he asked for
when he had any decisive presentation in the next day.
It was for my arms that he ran, when he had fear.
He, who always been way bigger than me,
would turn into a fragile child,
which depended on me to defend himself.
Like that time when he thought that was sick…
While we waited unbearable weeks for the result of an exam,
I recognized the worrying in his eyes.
At that time, he tried to hide it even from me how unhappy he was.
Even though, it was nothing that took the glow from his smile.
But today it is me who can't remember anymore how beautiful he was
when he laughed and messed my hair,
when I was about to leave for work.
I can't remember of his image without feeling pain.
I hope that you value that.
I hope you recognize the preoccupation in his eyes,
when he complains of you not eating anything healthy.
Don't get irritated when he criticizes the size of your skirt,
even if jokingly.
But know that when he gets jealous,
he will take a deep breath as many times it is necessary,
so you won't notice what he's feeling.
Even when he's right,
he will never think that he should bother you with jealousy.
When he offers himself to carry your things, let him do it.
Forget for a bit that you are a feminist,
and only enjoy the fact of him wanting to do something for you.
Also, don't argue when he criticizes your musical taste.
It is true that he can't deal with your music for a long time,
but it is also true that he would recognize your favorite song
in any place,
and would smile for remembering of you.
I don't know if I will ever meet someone more honest
and that tolerates less injustice than him.
He's not the type of standing up for the weak and oppressed,
because he doesn't have much patience for this kind of people,
but I can say that you will never have reasons
to doubt his judgment.
Be there, when he needs.
He will never tell you when, but you should know.
And this is what'll make him keep looking at you
in that same way every day.
I wish I had noticed this in time,
before when looking at his pictures
made me want to cry.
I wish that you can be everything I never was.
And understand that if you hurt him, you're going to lose him forever.
I wish I'd understood...