I’m a substitute person.

Go up the stairs and tried to make as much noise as possible to wake you.
Of course, not getting any success, but I confess I was pretty surprising, you there, sleeping with all those expressions ...
I smiled as I dressed, and inadvertently took a picture imaginary .For save, if that moment did not last long. (It was late, my flight departed at a time ...)
You were so beautiful, so full of problems and conflicts, so funny, could not have been different.
You were going through a turmoil, and I watched everything, from the begin .I wanted to help you, because I knew you were strong, and more sensitive than proved to be.
The death of your father was only a pretext for the fate we met and got together soon ...
But you do not wake up, says nothing and not follow me away when I most want to be with you ...
What's wrong?!
Is it something I said or did you?!
I do not know ...
I think the 'Person substitute' in me is transparent and ending with what I am really, what I really ...
Already waited too long!
I'm patient, but stay here is depressing me, (I think you have a funeral to go to more this weekend).
I don’t know how long it will last, and probably I will not think of a better final to give us ...
Creativity has never been my specialty, but well I tried!
I promise not to think about all those horrible faces and voices that haunted me until now, until I make this farewell.
You know where to find me, I will be with the same clothes ever and hopeful to know that you left everything because love me ...
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'Tudo acontece em Elizabethtown'