There are loves, loves that are true, loves that cause insomnia, exhausting and masochistic loves, temporary loves, loves that are not loves.
There are unrequited loves, beautiful loves, loves that wear you down and consume you, harmful loves and self-destructive false loves.
But there are also loves like ours, that even though our reason and morals do not forbid it, our hearts fight to hold on to that love.
We know that we will hurt each other, that no matter how great our desire to be together every time we try, our hearts will break.
Being in love with you is like being in love with a star, no matter how much I love you and want to be by your side, I can never touch you.
I have no choice but to admire your beauty and your light. I have no choice but to continue falling in love with that discreet flirtation and that crossing of glances that burn me inside.
Every night I will visit you in my dreams and I will always keep you in my thoughts and I will remember you in each tear as my most beautiful star, my most beautiful impossible love.
