onde as ruas não tem nome

He could feel the freckles of sand running through the hateful wind that was blowing in that summer afternoon. He could feel his heart beating while his head was urging him to remember that absurd night. Yes, he could feel it all. But, at the same time, the rush of thoughts was making him be obligated to stop those sensations.
She interrupted the deep breath he was taking after some thoughts on what he had just made the night before, and would whisper in his ears: ‘I still love you’.
In the opposite way of the mistaken promises lots of teenagers made every day about loving another person and wanting to be forever with that particular one – all product of that shallow ridiculous relationships – their love wasn’t false. They both shared it for a long time and they had gone throughout a rocky road of a tumultuous relationship. But they were still there, waiting to finally be together.
Even though they both wished to be together, at the same time, there was something stopping them from doing so. Something really strong…
That old teenager urge of being free.

Citação: U2 - Where the Streets Have no Name