Too many things have been said about our impossible love. That’s how they call it: Impossible. As if love could really be impossible for somebody.

I’ve heard a thousand things about love. I’ve heard you can choose who you fall in love with and when to stop it.

That’s not my case, you know? I could stop hearing your voice through the phone, I could walk away from you, as far as possible, I could even force myself to keep my mind busy.

But suddenly, out of blue, I could hear someone saying your name and that’d be enough to give me the shakes, to feel the rush of our endless nights, our shiny mornings, our golden springs and silver nights.

And all my effort to stop loving you will be defeated by a single word: Your name.

Impossible they say. No, baby.

Maybe impossible future together, but I am afraid impossible would be forget.