I was watching Love Actually last night and waiting for a call that never came. I do not know which was worse. I do not know if I cried because it does not arrive or because the form of indifference who narrates the film is so beautiful and cruel at the same time, today and forever, I tear the soul. I imagine that these past few days that did not stop to remember I'm more emotional Bachelor otherwise. Back in my teens, I see the things we did antañoy memory. I always remember. And always remember, that leaves your letter and it appears the image of that terrible New Year's Eve in which I lost my temper, come these feelings.
I'm a mess. I'm a mess
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