Cinderella Story

Esta es para ella... "Cinderella Story", de Plain White T's

I heard that you've been asking about me...
At least that's the word on the street
I just don't know what to believe
Why was I dumb enough to leave?
I saw you with him today.
The boy who took my place.
You seemed so much happier with me.
But maybe that's just the way I want it to be.

But it's just another one of those days
The way you made it all feel so right
The way you fit into my arms at night
I'll remember that feeling for the rest of my life
But it's just another one of those days
I can't help but feel a little upset
About the things you and i never had
I had the world, but instead threw it all away.

Now, it's just another one of those days.

So, tell me what happens next?
Its out of my hands, I guess.
I just don't know what to believe.
Why don't you tell me to believe?
Why did you let me leave?
It's not the way it's gotta be.
What's wrong with me?
Why don't you tell me to believe?
Why did you let me leave?
Is that the way this has to be?

But it's just another one of those days
The way you made it all feel so right
The way you fit into my arms at night
I'll remember that feeling for the rest of my life
But it's just another one of those days
I can't help but feel a little upset
About the things you and I never had
I had the world, but instead threw it all away.

Now, it's just another one of those days...

Para ella

Es increíble como puede caber tanta belleza en una sola persona... Sus ojos, que cada noche ven las estrellas... Su boca, que varias veces tuve el privilegio de besar y sentir sus labios... tan suaves... tan hermosos.... Ese pequeño y frágil cuerpo con el que ha logrado encantarme y envenenarme... Esa carita de ángel que ilumina el sol todas las mañanas, y que despide la luz del cielo cada que cae el sol...

Es cuando veo alguna de sus fotos cuando me doy cuenta de lo que perdí... Y no sé porque, pero la perdí... Ahora vivo de sus fotos, vivo de recuerdos, vivo de imágenes en esta vida a la cual se le escapó la vida... Tantas veces la llamé princeza... tantas veces me dijo te amo... Y por primera vez, quiero decir todo lo que tengo adentro pero las palabras no son suficientes y los hechos no me ayudan... Lo que quiero es que regrese, tenerla aquí conmigo... Tener la seguridad de un "te amo!" suyo y el regalo de un beso... Volver a sentir un abrazo o poder acariciar sus manos...

Sí, la perdí... Me dejó solo recuerdos, sólo fotos, sólo pequeños mensajes del amor que ella me tenía, y que ahora no logro encontrar...

Te extraño...!! Te extraño tanto...!!

...Fuck it.

No le prendí fuego a nada..!! Ella sigue aqui y también mi amor por ella.... Los recuerdos llegan y vienen a quedarse...

Te extraño!!!!

Prendí fuego a los recuerdos

-¿Qué ves ahora?- Me preguntó aquel hombre.
Con una poca de indecisión y mucha seguridad al mismo tiempo, contesté:
- Estoy en un cuarto oscuro, sólo veo mi silueta- Cerré los ojos. -; hay una flama dorada de mi tamaño justo frente a mí. Ilumina tenuemente toda la habitación...
- Excelente- dijo el hombre, sonriendo. -Ahora, toca tu cabeza mientras piensas en ella.

Hice como dijo el hombre, mientras la recordaba... Sus ojos, su boca... su forma de ser... cada abrazo y cada beso que nos dimos... Y llevé mi mano a mi cabeza. En mi visión, mi silueta hizo lo mismo. Pero mi silueta sacó un pequeño polvo azul que brillaba.

- Ahora, lanza tus recuerdos a la gran flama- dijo el hombre.

Mi silueta en mi visión lanzó el puñado de polvo a la flama enorme, y salió humo púrpura, que el viento se llevaba a la oscura eternidad.

- Estás listo. La has dejado ir. Todos tus recuerdos han sido quemados y sus pequeños restos se los ha llevado el viento a un lugar en el que nunca los lograrás alcanzar. Estás completamente liberado de sus cadenas, y ahora eres un ser libre.

Era una sensación maravillosa. El no depender de nadie para ser feliz, el tener la seguridad de que siempre habrá alguien más me daba fuerza. Ella se ha ido para siempre, y no hay vuelta atrás, no importa lo que pase.

Ahora, puedo mirarla sin caer enamorado. Ahora, puedo escuchar su nombre y no comenzar a fantasear despierto. Porque prendí fuego a los recuerdos, y eché al viento los sentimientos....

...After she's gone (the end of a story)

Never did I imagine our goodbye would be this cold... Still after she's gone forever, I can't help crying, and asking myself lots of questions that remained unanswered, silent, hidden within her deepest secrets...
Now I ask her, how does it feel to play with someone? To suddenly realise you have the power to make him feel as bad as you want to? How can you handle so much power? Being able to make him happy one day, and to make him kill himself the next day. What does it feel like, I ask? Will she ever have the guts to answer me?
Leaving metaphores and poetry out of this, making concrete questions, I ask: Why can other people make her do as they want to? Was I such a lousy lover? What did you want me to do in order to make my story believable? All I wanted was to have you back, nothing more... And yet you come and say "I don't know what's gonna happen..." As sad as I can get, I'm no poor asshole to be begging for a little of your love.
In other situations, I would've thought in killing myself. And that's no joke, I would have thought about it. But, you know? Fuck it. My conscience is clean, 'cause I did nothig to make this happen. It was the fucking people that made you do as they wished. Anyway, if you preferred the other people to the only one who would give his life in exchange for your love, then have it your way. I'm sure someday you will regret it. Or at least I hope so...

And the day you wish to make things better, as they were before... Well, I might be long gone for you, darling.

I love you. I still do. And I can say I love you a fuckin' bunch. But I'm no begger. There has to be someone out there who will indeed trust me no matter what, and then she will be able to make me forget about you. Because I warn you, and myself, that forgetting you will not be an easy task. It will take months, I'm sure of that. Months of remembering about you, of crying at night, of trying to look fine in front of my friends.

But hey, that's the price I pay, isn't it? That's what I get for loving you so fucking much...

"For the times together, for the times each was on its own, I promise, my dear, I will drown this sadness in venom, and leave them wither away with time. In the meantime, promise me to remember about me, and say 'I don't love you anymore...'"