Aquí no deja de llover

Over the years I have created an idealistic and stupid life perspective. I really thought that the perfect communion between two persons was possible, that the intimate rapport existed. That it was possible an union without any absurd tectonostratigraphic terrane.
Hello, you.
I know you don't exist and that you'll never exist. Wanted to tell you many things ... Wanted to love you, love you and die in the attempt. Wanted to melt with you body and soul, submit my mind in order to form a single, losing any individuality. Would have liked to lie on your essence several eternities, would have liked you to protect me every night of the ghosts that lurk behind the curtains. I have dreamed many times with your arms around me at dawn ... many invisible kisses, too much love nonexistent. 
My pathetic existence is hollow ... how could it be otherwise if I haven't your warmth flowing through my veins?
Have so much cold...