Hello my dearest boy,
do you remember when we were children,
when we played on the meadows
and our knees would get *****
all over the ground?

Do you remember when I used to go to your house
and you would change your clothes in the daylight
and I would look at you in wonderment
and thought that you were a God?

Do you remember when we used to go to church
and as the priest gave you communion
I would look at your lips
taking the host
and I thought how God had blessed you
how much God loved you
and how much I had wanted to be in God's love
being with you
kissing your cheeks
your eyes
your hands
but never your lips
because those were sacred
pure
and I was not
and I did not want to put you in your mouth
the taste of sin.

I can be your everything,
I can be your whole
just don't treat me
like a *****.

When I observe the world,
I see the vast oceans that surrounds it
I see the pelicans landing on the ground
I see the early spring tulips
I see the butterflies pollinating thousands of flowers.
But the one thing that really caught my eyes
was you.

He loves me
even if he called me a *****.

He loves me
even if he said to leave my boyfriend so I could be with him.

He loves me
after all, he said ''I love you'' many times, a person that loves another says this, right?.

He loves me
after all, I told him about my life, about my family, about my insecurities, and he understood like no one had done before.

I leaved my boyfriend just to be with him, for an ''I love you'', because I felt appreciated, I didn't realize that I could be bought off so quickly by compliments.

I told him that I was really a *****, a ***** to be with him and to dump my boyfriend, and that I would do anything for him.

He laughed and simply told me that he was keeping an eye on me if I betrayed him as well.

But I feel that he loves me.

I feel the love he gives me even when he says that he feels pity for a person like me.

A person like me who sticks to anyone, like a tick, because she is alone and not understood and keeps seeking shelter in another body, I actually understand the parasites -- their need to feel attached to a body.

But I love him.

And he loves me.