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People always tell me that this is going to fail, that it’s not real love, that we’re to young to know; 

I just like to ignore them, they would not get it, you know? If I had to explain them that this is not about 

the looks, the kisses, not about spending the whole day toghether and telling each other everything, 

it’s not about how fast or how slow we decide to go, or even about the attraction between us; 

it is about those nights when he calls: he says nothing, he just cries, I know he’s alone 

and he has been thinking about his mum, he misses her, he doesn’t even have to say it, I just know, 

I just understand, I listen in silence until he stops, and hangs up. 

It is about those mornings I wake up with an unexplainable need to cry, and I call him too, and I cry, 

and he listens, even when neither of us know why, he just stays there, 

he doesn’t care if it’s five in the morning and he had just slept for three hours, I know he listens. 

It’s also about how we know why we can’t talk about these things, it’s a silent deal we made the fist time 

we saw each other, as stupid as that sounds. 

But most of all, and I may sound silly, for me this is about how after those moments, 

when the phone’s already down, we both stop for a second (’cause I’m sure he does too) 

and we can feel how our hearts slowly break a little, we suffer, we hate to see the other in pain, 

we hate to know that one of is (or both of us) is broken and we feel powerless ‘cause 

we can’t do anything about it, we can’t take all the bad things away, we can’t erase the sad memories, 

or bring back the ones that are missing, but we know for sure we have each other to be there 

when we need it the most.