Whatever you may be

Today, I feel like breaking the bounds of my own comprehension.
To be honest, I never felt like writing in english. I must heed this will; it'll sound better, maybe. I don't really have a problem of expression in portuguese and I don't feel like everything sounds a little bit better in this silly language.
Nevertheless, I'll give it a try. It sounded awful whenever I opened myself to you in our own language. You hated it; I hated it also. It doesn't even stand a chance. We don't stand a chance, in this wind of change. You've made your choice, and I've never made mine. I couldn't make mine. It was never possible for me to choose anything; you would refuse to let me.
In other hand, I'm not quite sure of my own choice. Maybe it is better this way, your own path seems to be a little bit more secure; the rain that falls on my shoulders isn't clear at all. And, actually, my silence is not that perfect; that's why I'm a night type kind of person, but that's something you'll probably never know.
Keep in mind that I'll probably be a little bit more secure now. A little bit less open. A little bit less sincere. I don't really think you've lost anything, though I wouldn't bet you won anything either. Neither do I think it's your responsibility. You are what you are. What the world made you to be, even though you don't give a crap to the world's opinion on its own. You are whatever you want to be.
Honestly, I won't try to change your opinion; I know you wouldn't try to change mine either.
But, be sure to hold still, and look at the starts. They'll tell you what to do, whenever you feel lost.

Et jamais oublie mes paroles.