I do not know what we have been for two years, selling us a story that only remains between the four walls of your house and the multiple exits, always in love with you while you look at someone else, I do not know what to think about this because I know you love me but no more than her right? because you give me things and sell me sweet lies if there is never a conclusion, don't you hear how I cry every fucking night thinking that I love you more than I probably should, what do you think about this, would you mind losing me? because you made me love you so much to the point where I could never not want to choose you, to the point where I know that I will always look for you in all the other kisses I have in this life to give, I love you so much that I hate never being able to hate you because that would certainly be easier.