She's never gonna look up to me. Ever.

Creo que es el momento de cerrar una página de mi vida, y no porque quiera hacerlo, si no porque ya no puedo seguir sintiéndome como me siento. Solo quiero escribir una ultima cosa y en el idioma que hace que no me sienta ridículo a la hora de leerlo (suena estúpido eh, haha)

This is the story of the first and last time I ever fell in love. And of the beautiful, complicated, fascinating woman who inhabits my soul. Whether we're together or apart, you will always be the woman of my life. If I had the choice of hanging out with anyone in the entire world or sitting at home with you eating pizza watching a crappy TV show, I'd choose you every time. The only man I will ever envy is the man who wins your heart, and I will always believe it was my destiny to be that man. I never really believed I would find somebody that I love as much as you. If we never see each other again, and you're out walking one day and you feel a certain presence beside you... that will be me... loving you... wherever I am.

Now I write 10 rules for the man who wins your heart:

1. Don't ask her to be feminine 2. Drink Coke instead of Juice 3. If she hits you, act like it hurts. If it hurts, act like it doesn't 4. On your 100th day together, give her a rose 5. Make sure you learn karate 6. Be prepared to go to prison sometimes 7. If she says she'll kill you, don't take it lightly 8. If her feet hurt, exchange shoes with her 9. She likes to write. Encourage her 10. Love her more than anything in the whole world.

See ya my little animal disaster. Your favourite apple.