Enough is enough, this is further proof that I have no illusions that me anymore. Yes, I'm glad you have chosen your path so wise. No, I do not want my selfish desire to prevail over his decision. And not, I will not do anything because I have nothing to do with it. Have had a crush on the most impossible, as Plato, the most crazy, it's my fault and mine alone. Letting me take more than they should for the imagination the bally, also & amp; eacute n my fault. I dreamed of finding a Diaye everything to be perfect. Have thought of me for years, in the same way I boluda and platonic. Now I look atrásy I feel absolutely stupid. How I can have been so childish, how I can be allowed to grow and an illusion of nothing?
same, not that I could have avoided if I liked what I had proposed.
But I did not realize that after all this time change? I thought several times "at this stage of the game, you might have a girlfriend and notyou remember my name "but that, ever. And that was predictable. You could see in his face, I guess. Maybe he had written on his forehead. I could not tell because the hearts floating around her figure every time I saw him I could not see anything else. What corny, how stupid, how illiterate.
Two years is a long time. Never keep a preference for more than two months. What bad luck that I have to have for the I like (which I moved the shelf, actually) is precisely what I will direct a look in life. In fact,is what always happens to me, I always check where I registered (no, I think actually, if not guess that way because I recorded none ).
But I never experienced anything like!
is logical that after two years of not seeing him I can not come and declare my love, it would be ridiculous in the end I said "How was your name ?. " And worse in circumstances like the present. A thousand times I planned to spend all day in the block from his house, waiting to meet them. And now the plan seems quite feasible. "What would you say?
not even know why I'm writing this. I learned a few days ago. A friend told me (my own sister already knew, thanks to the magic of Fotolog, but I had not said a word because I was not sure ). My mom looked at me wanting to kill me when I filled my eyes with tears. Just her. So I repressed my grief and act like nothing happened. I did not write, do not talk about it, only copies of some songs were the phrases that best with the situation. A while ago I confirmed everything, but failed & eacuyou, be really sad, that's what I need to move to another topic altogether.
Ah, I know why I write: to remind me in the future to put their feet on the ground and stop falling in love all the time so ridiculous . Will it work? Knowing so well as I know I may not.
nostalgia No worse than miss what you never, ever happened. (With withered face, Joaquín Sabina)
I just wish and hope That the luck you seek is the luck That You Need. (Watching over you, Patrick Nuo)
are not days of summer. - If you think you feel that this life is not fair, if I think of you and in the light of this your look. - And will you ever know how I feel, and no one will guess how I remember you. (Days of summer, Amaral)
Now I do not get to say my last goodbye. Goodbye to you, I've been wasting all my time. Now I can not seem to get you off my mind, that's when i realize, You Have hypnotized me. How do I forget you now? (Hypnotized McFly)
I Was blown away, What Could I say? It All Seemed to make sense. - This love is killing me, But You're the only one. (It's Not Over, Chris Daughtry)
Everybody knows I love you, except you. (Everybody knows I love you, Lovebugs)
you who hypnotizes me. - It's that sparkle in your eyes over my soul. - That night we met still remember. - I wonder if someday I may see you again. (Are you (with a gender change), Elvis Crespo)
A hundredDays Have Made Me Older Since the last time That I saw your pretty face. (Here Without You, Three Doors Down)
Am I Taking this too hard? Do not say it's easy. - Stop making plans, start making sense. (Summer Hair = Forever Young, The Academy Is)
Love Keeps dragging me down. (Gene Loves Jezebel)
I do not blame you for Being You, But You can not blame me for hating it - I know I'm always late. (A little less sixteen candles, a little more touch me, Fall Out Boy)
