when you grow up

Maybe one day, I will find someone better than you, or maybe your the best.

Maybe one day, I will be able to imagine my life with you, but for now, I can't.

Maybe one day, I will pass this through and I will find someone or maybe I will still be held to a past I know that won't come back.

If I find someone better than you, I don't know if that person will make me so happy as you did.

If you are the best for me, maybe one day you can realize that I am the best for you too.

If one day I am able to imagine my life without you in it, no doubts that day I will be free of all this past.

If one day I pass this through, believe me, I won't forget or delete our time together.

I don't want to wait for you, not knowing if there is out there even the most little possibility for your return.

So, I will follow, because, without you, I am still me, and even though I am alone, I will continue, because even lost, I can find my way back, not to you, to me.

Believe that if I find myself, I will have some of your little parts, because you were the best I have ever had, and I write this because I believe I could find someone better.

Believe that I will grow up and when you realize that, you will not see me around because I probably figured out that I am better in somewhere else than close to you, or wherever I was because that's life.

I believe that one day you will look back and think about the time you lost when you were trying to find love while you still loved me and could have me by your side.

I believe that one day you will understand that I am not by your side to listen to how much you lost in someone else, that day you will realize how much you lost and kept of me.

I believe that one day you will also grow up and realize that our love was good and even you put it aside, it will be just in front of you so you can understand our good times together.

When you grow up, call me, text me, even write me a letter, so we can together understand what happened in fact. So that, we can both follow in front, or even go back and realize that we are still so good together as we were before, so that we can understand that our love was so intense to the point of lasting so long. Because even my parents told me we were good together. Because even your mom told me I was good for you.