That you´ll always wonder, when he calls your name, if he´s thinking of me or he acutally means you. I love my name but I hate sharing it with you (only pretty thing you have, by the way). Look at it this way: at least you won´t break up because he called you the wrong name. Eventhough he means a different Andreína. You are the rebound girl. The number two to his number one. You have some very large shoes to fill, little one... and I´m happy to say that you will fail miserably.
Did you know that he saw me the other day? Well, he did. I´m guessing he forgot to mention it. And the thing that gave me some peace after all these terrible months, was the fact that I could tell he still loves me. Because I know him. Because I know him better than he knows himself. Better than you ever will. He stared all night because he loves me and well, I am now hot. And because I kept my shit together and pretended I didn´t care. My eyes, this time, didn´t give me away.
That is precisely why he wanted me so bad. I could see it in his eyes. In his brownish eyes. Obviously you don´t know one of them, the left one, has a hint of green and yellow. Because you have not seen in those eyes, and never will, the love I saw two wednesdays ago. You have not seen or ever will in those eyes, the love that has stared back at me for the past five years.
It´s good to know that you don´t want to go to the gym anymore. Just so you don´t have to see me. And guess what? I absofuckinglutely love it. It´s great to know you are terrified of me. Of all of me. With all 1.56 m. of my being. Yes, you may have him for now, but I hold in my hands his past, his heart, his family and his future if I feel like it. Enjoy him while you can. I don´t feel like setting hell loose and letting it run freely on earth or in your relationship... yet.