I understand.

[flashywashy]

Right now I'm a mess. My mind is a mess, I feel sick to my stomach, and everytime I think of him my head hurts. And I'm putting myself through this torture of thinking of what ifs, and buts, and listening to these damn songs before I go to sleep every night, so the last thing I'm thinking about is him, and how much I love him, and little he might not be loving me, or might not be thinking of me, or might not be caring about me. Its killing me.

But baby, I understand. I'm not mad, have your space. I'm just afraid of you not coming back to me.

So, the only thing that is clear in my mind are the words to this song. I don't know why, but I hold on to them as if my life depended on it.

Its by Shakira.

Eres coma una predicion de las buenas.
Eres coma una dosis alta en las venas.

Y el deseo gira enspiral
Porque mi amor por ti es total
Y es para siempre

Despues de ti, la pared.
No me faltes nunca
Debajo el asfalto,
y mas abajo estaria yo

Despues de ti, la pared.
No me faltes nunca
Debajo el asfalto,
y mas abajo estaria yo

Sin ti...

Eres la enfermedad y el enfermero
Ya me has convertido
en tu perro faldero

Sabes que sin ti,
yo ya no soy.
Sabes que ha donde vayas voy...

Naturalmente

Despues de ti, la pared.
No me faltes nunca
Debajo el asfalto,
y mas abajo estaria yo

Despues de ti, la pared.
No me faltes nunca
Debajo el asfalto,
y mas abajo estaria yo

Sin ti...