The person you still did not know you were looking for. The person who, against all odds, will make you give up. She is real. She is. And he's waiting for you somewhere. That is the only uncomfortable truth.
Yes, I know that it is very difficult for you to hear it now, to see it or not even think about it, you may have even lost your faith by saying goodbye. But I can assure you that it exists, not that I believe it exists, that I know it.
Exists. As you read this and live by inertia, that person breathes, dreams, does yoga or macramé. Does not matter. You may have just changed your partner, you may have already decided to quit college. He may even have crossed you on the street, he may be so close to you that you have not even managed to focus. The fact is that she is and she is. It exists and does not yet know that you exist. Nothing less. Nothing else.
And I do not care if you believe it or not, because the only truth is that it exists. The person who wants you nice, that person who will love you. The mechanical orange half ready to grind your melancholy and eat a bit of your prejudices for breakfast. That kind of inclement and emotional roller that ends with a stroke with your I never, that will put the fret forever with your I never.
There is whoever loves you and that someone is willing to do you good. There is someone who does not judge you continuously, someone who does not think anything more than stretch your mouth, which is not bad, to begin with. Make you beat harder. Give her the life she has left over. Clear your cloud, overcome your evil. Dedicate yourself overtime to see you heal. Move with you in the mood. Quit forever the why to everything and definitely enter into why not. Live relaxed without tensing the how. Be silent and comfortable. Enjoy every time I see you enjoy.