Enough to Kiss

\Because a "Kiss" always open everything\

I'm here... alone. This time I'll not write my own story. I'll write about a friend. A good one... but stupid; because he had such an important secret he shouldn't say anything about it. He ruined everything.

Why help someone else to be happy knowing it won't last forever?
Love, I guess.

Why change things that must happen only to make her happy?
Why to close opportunities? Why help her in this way?
Love, that's what he says. Isn't that stupid?

Give his entire life for that feeling that shouldn't exist. And by the way... life? that cannot be called life. He is here, but not living. No one can live in that way, with no surprises, no mistakes... knowing what is happening and what will happen. Making it happen. With a fear to dissapear. Dealing with his feelings. Trying not to surrender to that feelings and kiss you every time he sees you. That will never be life, that's why he uses other ways to feel alive.

He knows it, and he takes it. Because of you. Always you. He could choose to live, leave it all behind and live. But he will never choose that. But there is another way.

I have to stop writing now, because he will arrive soon and he must not read this.
But you... if you want an advice, something that will help him a lot, that will make everything not only worthwhile, but amazing for him ... the best thing you can do for him now, so simple...
just....