se asomaron las primeras casi lagrimas

today it hit me, it just hit me. i "saw" you, you were there for a second, and its because of me, i know. i wondered, should i talk to you? its hard, its hard to think about you as an unknown, because nobody knows me like you do. and i need to know, i need to know you are doing fine, i need to know about you, i need to hear about you, i need to hear from you. i hope you are fine, i need to know that you are, because if youre not, then its my fault, and i cant bare the thought of it. you dont desserve it, any of it. i dont think i can live my whole life without you in it. in some way or another you must be there, there has to be some room.