We often come to someone's life to give the best of us. We came without warning, we've arrived without knocking at the door, because it may be necessary to arrive by surprise, or otherwise, they won't let us in. I came to your life like this, on a day when nothing you foresaw it, in which you were broken and I had to give you the hand, the arm and the hug that ended up in a kiss. I got because it made sense to arrive now, to dig into the briar that you let create around your spirit. Everything seemed to make sense, it seemed, I say that, because underneath it all, it was just me and the illusion of my mission in you.
