Of course we can...
But... I only ask one thing in return,
a simple condition:

When you hate me, tell me.
Do not keep it a secret or share it only with your other friends.
They will come with the news and I do not believe them.
But doubts remain in me,
I will not ask you.
I will wait you to tell me.
I will trust in your honesty ... forever.

When I bore you, tell me.
I hate to be a nuisance,
will be embarrassing to know that I have annoyed you for hours,
and you, silently enduring. I will shut my mouth, I promise.

When you abandon me, tell me.
Do not be afraid to offend me,
lies are worse.
You will tell me you get away for a while
and I will wait,
but you never return.
I will wait for you every day.
Your words give me hope
and you will not be there.
Each day, more anxiety,
and I will continue, the damn hope will force me to still going.
So when I discover all, the sadness of knowing that I am hated shall not be the worst.

My days, lost in waiting,
the feeling of betrayal,
my stupidity for not noticing it in time,
my broken hope ...
all together will be a fatal blow.

That will kill me ...
... Again ...