All I know is that you're so nice

Na verdade eu queria escrever um conto. A idéia está formada, mas algo faz com que eu não consiga escrever mais nada, nenhum mísero conto, há meses. O cursor pisca, as palavras não vêm, só o incômodo de nada fluir pelo meu corpo, aportar nas pontas dos meus dedos e, imediatamente, virar a magia de uma história. Só o incômodo.

Mas para não deixar a idéia em branco, vai uma letra de uma música, uma letra que falará por mim neste momento de vazio literário, mas que ajuda a me lembrar que aqui dentro existe algo, que muitas vezes eu duvido existir. Mesmo que, normalmente, seja triste e contemplativo. Mas que me remete a primeira vez que a li.

All I know is that you're so nice
You're the nicest thing I've seen
I wish that we could give it a go
See if we could be something

I wish I was your favorite girl
I wish you thought I was the reason you are in the world
I wish my smile was your favorite kind of smile
I wish the way that I dress was your favorite kind of style
I wish you couldn't figure me out
But you'd always wanna know what I was about

I wish you'd hold my hand when I was upset
I wish you'd never forget the look on my face when we first met
I wish you had a favorite beauty spot that you loved secretly
'Cause it was on a hidden bit that nobody else could see

Basically, I wish that you loved me
I wish that you needed me
I wish that you knew when I said two sugars, actually I meant three
I wish that without me your heart would break
I wish that without me you'd be spending the rest of your nights awake
I wish that without me you couldn't eat
I wish I was the last thing on your mind before you went to sleep

All I know is that you're the nicest thing I've ever seen
And I wish we could see if we could be something
And I wish we could see if we could be something