It's Complicated

These lines are thinking… much about a very special person… now that I have lived all this I realize many thing, and although in its time I knew of my errors but now I see them of another way… but your also you had yours… and knowing to this… desearia desire nor not to change anything… I do not regret… single I say to my same one… loved to have been your friend… your great friend… your better friend… not only what we were… that at our moments we were friends… but we turned aside ourselves of our ways… instead of walking parallelly. titubeamos. and every one made things without being sincere with itself nor with the other… but now that I have vido this… and like the best friend than I could have had… you knew good things me like bad… and I even knowing your things bad, you segui loving… but in those cirnscuantacias disjunctive, was difcil to handle to the situation… to the aim step to me which debia to happen and although your you regret I not and as you I said the day to it of your birthday. (good not exactly…) 2 days… later single like the special person and better friend than you got to be, desire of all heart who you are happy… and I that I grasped sera… and as Mary me said it… thank for much to him what she me mostro… if you I did not say… now to it I say you sometimes… Mary thank you very much! you are a great woman yet… what you have lived and you know to be strong. now I understand… so many things to you… now I understand far better… desire to know how of very happy single you…… perhaps… deberia to them then not to have been written this… but my reasons…… are not something complicated…