Slow, false peace

Today I did the things that remind me of you. Every single thing that relates to you. I build the links as I feel like, because you can't see me and you will never know. But if you want to, I can tell you.
As I knew about you again, I felt what you were feeling. I felt your call without hearing it.
Don't ask me why, because I don't know.

What concerns you. What I did today made me cry. And put my hands on my forehead, sipping, convulsing.
Don't call me, don't ask me, because I don't know why. Ask my heart. May it knows something. Because my mind can't explain anything to you.

It will be that I love you... don't ask me more.

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I don't know if this is an obsession, or everybody feels like I do...

I hope... I hope I am OK...