in medias res ( in the middle of things)

chucks.
 thank you for always being there.
 driving out thesmile for my not so happy day.
 lighting up the night as you do that familiar smile and your killer, swishing out the hair.

 how am i able to do the same?
 i cant make you smile like clowns used to do.
 i cant accompany you every sleepless night like your pillow can do for you.
 i cant swipe the tears because i am the one who cause you to.

 man, I'm hopeless but still glad because you have this limitless patience of holding me.
 your unconscious way of letting go of things that hurt.
 glad that behind every failure i commit, you are still there to give chance and avoid the option to omit.

 but.
 i must show you how i long for you.
 how i cant live if you gave my heart back to me again.
 i must show you how true this feelings are.
 to prove that im not a disappointment when it comes on loving you, at close even at far.

 just a chance.
 hold my hands as i hold yours.
 ill endure the static force that exist between your skin and mine and hopefully ...
 sustain the trust that is being strengthen by time.

 your face, your smiles, those winks and this cunning lines.
 the tissue paper, a pen, a picture of what could be the happiest end.
 a hanging moment, US that cannot be move, how opposite attracts and as i hold your hands as we dance to the story of chucks.

 thank you.


 this is my solemn vow to hold you forever.