I will bury my pride
and try once more.
And if I fail again,
I’ll fall with my heart in my hands,
ready to be yours.
I love you.
I love you even in my dreams
two years ago, today, and always,
until the day I die.
What does it matter if you no longer see me?
As long as I can dream of you,
this love will never fade.
Oh, María,
wherever you may be,
keep looking at the stars.
When I become one of them,
our eyes will finally meet.
May 10, 2025
May 10, 2025 at 3:44 AM UTC
I will bury my pride
and try once more.
And if I fail again,
I’ll fall with my heart in my hands,
ready to be yours.
I love you.
I love you even in my dreams
two years ago, today, and always,
until the day I die.
What does it matter if you no longer see me?
As long as I can dream of you,
this love will never fade.
Oh, María,
wherever you may be,
keep looking at the stars.
When I become one of them,
our eyes will finally meet.
Destined for the one who keeps my heart longing to love.
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