Aun Te Amo (Carta #1)

Wherever you are,
I think it's fair that you find out,
That I'm fine, that I survive,
That I live on Love Street,
6th floor, room 28,
And that I no longer play soccer,
Because of my knee,
That Manuel,
Got married and went to Spain,
That I smoke more and sleep less,
That I even grew a beard,
And above all, you should know,
That despite your mistakes and mine...

I still love you,
I don't know if it's because I'm an idiot or romantic,
I don't know if it's because I'm a novice or nostalgic,
I still love you,
I don't know if it's because I'm naive or fatalistic,
I don't know if it's because I'm a coward or masochist,
But I love you,
And I don't know how to do anything else but that...

Here, everything remains the same as before,
I am alone like never before,
That's why I write this letter,
And I don't expect you to do anything,
I just wanted to make sure you knew...

That I still love you,
I don't know if it's because I'm an idiot or romantic,
I don't know if it's because I'm a novice or nostalgic,
I still love you,
I don't know if it's because I'm naive or fatalistic,
I don't know if it's because I'm a coward or masochist...

I still love you,
I don't know if it's because I'm naive or fatalistic,
I don't know if it's because I'm a coward or masochist,
But I love you...

And I don't know how to do anything else but that!