Me gusta la palabra 'vos', quizás sea por tu 'voz'
(me puse kursi)
It comes to you when you least expect it. You feel it for a second, then it disappears. And later it's back. Flooding your thoughts. Keeping you awake at night.
You're distracted. It tauns you. You want it. You fight it. Things get heated. What at first seemed simple is suddenly
You keep fighting. You break through. You have to try a little harder. It's all consuming.
It's sweat. It's tears.
And you get what you came for. Time passes and you move on, occasionally and nostalgically, remembering only the ease of it all. The beauty of exploration. Of falling in and out of something that, in it's own way, changed evertything, even if it was in the smallest of ways,