Baby, I have to get it off now, this is getting hard to handle swallow. I don't know what to start with... maybe with co

Baby, I have to get it off now, this is getting hard to handle swallow. I don't know what to start with... maybe with confessing to you how much I wish that in our last day together you had the guts to tell me not to you loved Only then would I hate you and your memories would not continue to awaken me in my nights. Do you remember when I saw you for the first time? We were still going to school and it was pouring rain, it was the penultimate year and you were the new one... You would probably think I was exaggerating if I told you that all my colleagues, Friends and even my world disappeared around you and only us were left. two. And if there was still a world, it would revolve only around us. I bless the fucking teacher who made me sit next to you. Smiling, you looked at me to whisper your name and make friends. Yes, all They disappeared again when you and I started talking... that's why I love it tell you that when I'm with you it seems like the world revolves around us two. Stealing a kiss from you at first very innocent - in one afternoon In that square after almost two months of "friends" it made me fly. Feel the The delight that your lips hid in my mouth was a reward for the many days building up the courage to kiss you. Little friends... I never wanted you as a friend and I You knew that afternoon when my tongue buried itself deep in your mouth. But most of all I love remembering our first time. In your room, with your mother a few meters from our muffled moans. Our clumsy swings went to the sound of a song you played to avoid being heard; "Acquiecse" by Oasis... I still remember it, it's still boiling in me memory of that piece of rock music that saw us born. Oasis bursting the walls while you whispered my name almost inaudibly as if it were your last breath of life. Your rosy face, your lower lip trembling, your eyes that seemed to want to cry as you made mine and no one else's. Well, perhaps the best of all was that summer afternoon in my room where I knelt to bury my tongue in your depths while you bit your hand and imprisoned my face between your legs with the other. I never told you and maybe you hate my attempt at poetry; but The taste of your crotch was the sweetest salty I've ever tasted. Or that stupid occasion that you considered the most romantic on my part, after deciding not to attend classes. Both sitting on the edge of the roof of a building that overlooked the city... I don't know why It occurred to me to ring your finger with an object that was far from being a ring. TRUE. Or at least it was far from being an expensive ring You smiled and promised that you would carry him with you forever. But you can't imagine, my precious, how much I hated the day I You confessed your illness. If you knew the helplessness I felt having you in my arms and knowing that in so many months you would be gone. But you curled your fingers around mine and you whispered to me that I was your hero for not abandoning you like you did father as a girl. No, I didn't want to act weak and I didn't let you feel my real pain. But I kept wrapping my arms around you because really, just You mattered and I am sure that the world did revolve around us. And in our last school year there were no classes, at least not for us. They were just escapes and more escapes to rooftops, days of kisses not so innocent in the dark corners of the city and days full of melancholic sunsets, both hugging and looking at nothing. I don't know if you will forgive me for not having visited you so regularly. in the hospital where you spent the last days... but I didn't want you to see me made a bag of tears that left pain wherever he stepped. I was your hero and I didn't want you to see me like that. Idiot of me. Yes, I know that my words are probably going to collide with the walled up and they will bleed to death, with their secrets and truths included. HE Besides, you won't read this... you're gone and only the bed where you rest remains. forever. I know there will be no more sweet summer kisses or "I love you"s, I only have one empty life left plus a thousand and one hells ahead of me. So why did I write this to you, baby? Well just for remember for a brief moment those days when we thought that the world It revolved around us.