~The notebook
Because there are feelings that we hide without knowing why. Emotions that are never expressed. Sensations that are relegated to the inside of yourself. Memories that are lost in memory. Because there are words that you can't never see.
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viernes, 15 de abril de 2011
Love ♥
miércoles, 13 de abril de 2011
Something to remember
Well, I'm gonna get out of bed every morning... breathe in and out all day long. Then, after a while I won't have to remind myself to get out of bed every morning and breathe in and out... and, then after a while, I won't have to think about how I had it great and perfect for a while.
~ Sleepless in Seattle
Today, I'm going to do that too. One more time, I'm going to get out of bed, I'm going to smile and I'm going to pray for, someday, I won't need to plan every smile and every gesture. I'm going to pray for, someday, I won't need to get you out of my mind at every moment, I won't need to fight with your memory second by second. Because I don't want to remember you. I don't want to think every minute about all the good moments we shared together, and about all them we could share yet, if things had happened in other way.
If your proud or my exigencies had let us to be happy. And today, I don't want to think that it could be a special day, and I don't want to wish, when I arrive home and looked at my phone, there will be some sing of you. That phone which is forget by casualty, and which go with me to everywhere. And do you know? I don't believe in casualties. And I don't want to believe this, because I'm completely sure it's not coming true. And I don't want to love you, but at the same time, I'm absolutely afraid of the day I couldn't remember your voice.
~ Triss
jueves, 31 de marzo de 2011
I love cold days
When it is cold most of thing happens more quickly, or arrive before. I refer to casualties. I love it to be cold. One afternoon of a lot of cold I read a love question, too beautiful for a child letter. I have to share that message, I won't know how to do with it.
~Lovers of polar circle
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