Me gustas tu

I don't know how to speak spanish so i'll write in what i like to belive is the ultimate international language: english. I'm not sure why I write because both of us know so well that words do not help. But the thing is, I feel that your side of the mirror is cracking and i'm scared it might get broken so baddly I won't be able you feel you any more. When I think about it I realise how selfish I am. Maybe I should let you break it into little pieces of shiny glass, maybe I should help you do it... I'm so lost. I can't put myself in your shoes, this is not a time for any Cinderella move. I look at the river of gold that flows between both lands we can call ours, and I see it's wisdom... It trys to theach me to let it be, to let it flow as it should... I guess things are as they're meant to be. Therefor I am hopeless and yet filled with hope that our river is right. I and helpless for there is no way i can help you except for wishing all the night stars guide you through your dark dreams. I am forlorn as the miles that separate us are too wide for simple things as a hug or a shoulder or an ear... Then again you probably have tones of those to begine with... Yet, as the girl on the other side of your mirror, there should be something I SHOULD/COULD do... So I'll just ask: is there anything (anything at all) that you need of me? Please just let me know... Puedo no escribir o ablar bien pero soy capaz de decirte que te amo mucho e que no te voy abandonar nunca... Please pardon my spanish, but you get the picture.