Hundreds of years have past since you took me. You came by and took me. I never understood why, why you were so kind to me. I was nothing but a spoiled foul-mouthed brat, but even so, you were kinder than I could have ever thought you to be. You called me cute, you tried your hardest to make me happy, you even saved me from Sadiq even though you knew you probably wouldn't win. Even in poverty, you had a smile plastered on your face. You knew I hated the way you acted towards me, you knew I hated how you always treated me like a child even after I grew up, you knew I wanted to be rid of you. But all of that was just a lie.

In my mind, I loved your bright smile, your compliments towards me, how you called me cute. You kept me, even though you asked for my brother, you still kept me. I really wanted to be kinder towards you, I really did. But my stupid pride wouldn't let me. I wanted to make you happy, I wanted to show you I wasn't useless, I wanted to show you I could be strong. But in the end, all I did was spit hatred in your face. If I had shown kindness towards you, would you still like me the same way you do now? It pains me to believe you like this me. This me that is full of detest and anger. No, I want you to see the me that can smile and tell you how thankful I am for your years of love and passion.

Unfortunately, I can't. Inside of me there's a wall, an almost impenetrable wall. It keeps me from telling you what I please because, because I'm afraid. I'm afraid because of what you will say or do, if I tell you the truth. Will you get angry? Or will you be hurt? I built the wall so I could protect myself from loving another, from getting hurt. You see I wasn't always like this. I used to love and care for my brother, but when he left with my grandfather, that's when my heart almost shattered. That's why I don't want to love, to love you. Even if you love me back, who's to say that you won't leave me too? So I lock my heart away, to not be broken once more, but your hands are slowly undoing that lock. I don't even know if you know your doing it. This nature of me, the bitter and angry one, might always be here. I think that may be what you like about me. Is it? Do you truly like this side of me? As all of these thoughts pass my mind, I see you, in front of my house, smiling and waving. That same warm smile, and suddenly I feel a click. I don't know if you knew just then, at that very moment, you successfully undid the lock on my heart.

I love you, more than I could've ever imagined, Antonio Fernandez Carriedo.