What are you doing man? — I heard from a friendly voice, while I was looking my dearest one from the other side of the street, waiting for the bus, in a snowy night.
—I'm looking her, for one last time— I replied.
—What are you wasting your time? —The voice told me. —You know that this is not going to work…
—I know, but…I just can't help myself.
—Yes, your feelings are too strong, but it's time to move on.
—At least…can I tell her something, my last words?
—Well…I guess you can try, but you should probably know that she won't listen.
—Yes, I'm aware of that, but…I just want to do it.
I ran to her, trying to figure out how would I handle this situation, but I didn't have too much time; If I had to do or say something, it would be better to do it now, and just talk from my heart; she didn't notice me, but I wanted to do it anyway.
—Hi...I saw you and I wanted to tell you something: I know it's a little late for this, but I…just wanted to say that... —I was stuttering— well, that I really loved you and, even now that everything is over, I won't never regret what I felt…
Then, she saw the bus coming, and without reacting to any of my words, she just left.
—What happened? —My partner asked me
—I get it; it's OK, you had to do this.
—I know. — I told him, while I was trying to hold my tears—and I guess I have to, well, to move on.
—You're right man, but don't be afraid; you'll be fine, trust me.
And then, from above, a light came to me, and I saw a gate appearing in front of me; My life was over, and a new adventure would begin, and see, I wasn't afraid or nervous, it was just my time to go, but the only thing I lament, the only thing I regret, is that I couldn't make my mind up and tell her what I felt, while I was alive.
To her, I'm just lost and forgotten…