Nils Carlsson.

I don´t wanna lie, I can´t tell the truth, it's over.

Immortal words, resounding in my head.

Well, i can´t spell it out,

it such an impossible situation.

So much to feel,

quite a few moments.

You´re there, reading at every word,

and even though, I know you understand the meaning of every single phrase,

you want to hear it.

I don´t want to say it,

I hate dreams coming true,

they end with everything,

there's no imagination left,

there's no sparkle,

no innocence,

no naivety.

Honestly, you are more than what you think you are,

your freshness it´s what I love the most,

i love your way... and all the outline.

I love your representation of simplicity.

And the way that I am freaking out in this moment.

So littlle, so significative.

Because I don´t wanna get to mature!

Means freedom all the way!

And... also for you.

Im sorry, but i can´t control this.

I just can ignore it, along with all around.

But why it has to so bad?

Isn´t it a daily story?

For me, the story of my life.

Oh yeah, I forgot the little omnipresent detail.

Her.

But it gets easy with time,

I promise this, I'll turn it, if you want to give me the space.

You're so important! That I don't know how you get there.

I miss you.

And you are not that special.

I just like you.