
A randomly selected song in radio, a perfume that you recognize walking down the street, or simply realize the date in wich we are.
Remember what that date meant a time ago for you, for a "we" that in gone. Even though now that date don't be nothing beyond the date of a test, or the day when you'll see a serial. Although it may only matters to me now, that you've forgotten that.
Although possibly never get to read these words, wich are only a sample of what it costs me to forget you. Although I don't know why I write, or what I'm doing. Although I know that remember the words that we said again and again, isn't going to make me stronger.
Even though I have always advocated that you can not let anything tie you or pinch you in the past. Although I know that for more than wait, your name will never appear on the screen of my mobile. Nevertheless, I guess today I had to write because I have always repeated that hope is the last thing you lost and I think that it is the only thing left for me.
~Triss
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