A Disastrous Mind.

Here we go again.

Last night I dared myself to save your phone number. I wanted to know if you still using this number but being honest ... I wanted see your face again, I missed so much your big black eyes.

I loved 'em.

After appreciate your photo I asked myself: Is she fine? That smile looks so false.
I needed corroborate, be sure; maybe I could be wrong but I couldn't.

I didn't have the courage.

I was afraid, afraid of your answer, I was afraid of being rejected after I left you and come back a year later.