umbrellas and puddles

And again I mourn to feel you away from me. Not knowing if your lips are for me and the street fills in my retina pictures of you. When it rained you were my umbrella, now I'm stepping puddles, you were holding the rope and now I jump to the void. So much that I cried, loved, suffered, forgiven and I still do not know what I really need, want or feel. Do not know if it's just a habit or real feelings, and now what?,What can I do when the road starts to divide and I have to choose, What can I do when if i see you again, What can I do ... What can I do if I cry and I do not know even for what is ...