Para ligar (o para que no me dejes)

I began to think that maybe sex was overrated, or I was just bad in bed. That I was several years in a lustless relationship because of my fault. I was always thinking too much, making an effort. But I realize now that it really should be effortless. I guess I just hadn't been with the right person.
Friday night... I stopped thinking. I let myself go, but most of all, I let my heart lead the way. There you lay, looking deep into my eyes... as if you were sending messages to my muscles, my bones, my nerve cells. Our bodies intertwined and I felt more alive than ever. Suddenly the surroundings didn't matter... everything that had ever stopped me before seemed dim, lost in a flood of endorphines.
I didn't care that you were leaving in a couple of days. I didn't care that you were with somebody else. I didn't care that we were in someone else's bed. I didn't care that we weren't sure where we would end up. All I knew was that you made me feel beautiful.
Saturday at dawn... I realized that I had been repressing out of fear. Fear of falling for you. Fear of loosing you again. Fear of being heartbroken. But what good is a well-mended heart without the strength to love again?
Saturday evening... the endorphines you injected are still runing through my body. They are slowly fading, leaving a trace of comfort behind. I took the risk, I gave you my patched-up heart. I hope it can hold on a while longer. The only thing I am certain is that you made it beat at the right pace again... it will remeber you forever.
I am aware that we are not on solid ground. Things could change for better or worse. For you I closed my eyes and walked through this maze blindly. Someday I will see the light... right now I am just enjoying the journey.