* "And if I had done something? Would it have changed history? Everything would have been different? Perhaps it would have been like? "
That face is not never going to clear your head. Would be futile to try. As useless as I dedicate myself only to observe. As fruitless as asking what would have happened if they had done something. As absurd as to be sure I would have been better.
That face is not never going to clear your head. Would be futile to try. As useless as I dedicate myself only to observe. As fruitless as asking what would have happened if they had done something. As absurd as to be sure I would have been better.
OUT WHAT WAS NEVER
At age 17 it is easy to fall in love fast, and I fell in love at first sight .
all saw it, everyone talked about it, but I just hooked up that way. So sublime .
However, the story is the same. He spent what I spent a couple of times. Before and after.
was in academia, as I was finishing high school. I saw and I could not stop staring. Dodging glances, got excuses, I delayed or overtaking me, went to the bathroom on purpose. Everything was fair game as long as even look at a couple of seconds. It may sound cliché, but seeing it was to lose track of time and space. I do not care if it sounds a cliché: that face and that smile angelic ... Those eyes that look clear and innocent ... They flushed cheeks on a hot day, with a yellow polo that made him even more imposing presence ... That intersection looks when the weather was ice ... that soft white skin, that hair brown and wavy ... Those 16 years old ... And
greeted me, remember? It was so obvious I could not stop looking. And then I waved. You raised your hand and smiled. Made my skin crawl. "Hello ..." I sighed. Ready: completely hooked.
And then it was my turn, right? Now my turn to continue. And I did nothing . Everything was
in these regards, in those knowing glances. Never happened to them so they melt by someone who is so great feeling to be able to handle it? So great to do something about it? Especially at that age, I say . I think everyone has had a platonic love that was born and just succumbed to that, just something platonic.
Then I saw in college, months later. Only then did you really talk. We talked a few times. But it was not the same. Why? Easy: now had a boyfriend.
I think I had it long before, but at the time of the academy were separated or something. Perhaps no. I do not know. I do not know. The tastes, sights, connection, interest, chemistry, everything is difficult to understand. It makes no sense sometimes. Parameters is not. Comes from one moment to another without warning. You do not choose who you like, who you fall in love, who you love. It just happens. And to deny, ignore, resist, it is very difficult. We are human. We are not made of stone .
Today I remember that experience. Maybe I came to mind for some time because I have no one fixed at my side. Not speak of loneliness because it's not that far from being depressed.
The thing is that I remembered. The recalled . And then I wondered what it would be my present if I had done something at that time. How things have changed. Who would have ceased to know, what better time would have been. Everything would have been different?
is not the first time I think. At different times in my life I thought it would not be bad to go back and do things differently. At one point, a few years ago, became an obsession. A trip to the past. Listed the times I wanted to change. I went to bed and prayed for several years before dawn.
Today, walking around town, I think it was a mistake. It was a total want to return to the past mistake. Why do we always believe it will be better? Why not just leave things as they are? I believe in fate, but not one already written, but one that all construct. We build it well and then continue making roads on that basis. No turning back. "All the past was better? Very pessimistic. Any future will be better.
"And if I had done something? Would it have changed history? Everything would have been different? Perhaps it would have been like? "
But
provide experience, then. And changing a little point to this song Coldplay, I'll ask:
"So if you love her / him, will not you let him / her know?
So if I love you ... why do I let you go? "
At age 17 it is easy to fall in love fast, and I fell in love at first sight .
all saw it, everyone talked about it, but I just hooked up that way. So sublime .
However, the story is the same. He spent what I spent a couple of times. Before and after.
was in academia, as I was finishing high school. I saw and I could not stop staring. Dodging glances, got excuses, I delayed or overtaking me, went to the bathroom on purpose. Everything was fair game as long as even look at a couple of seconds. It may sound cliché, but seeing it was to lose track of time and space. I do not care if it sounds a cliché: that face and that smile angelic ... Those eyes that look clear and innocent ... They flushed cheeks on a hot day, with a yellow polo that made him even more imposing presence ... That intersection looks when the weather was ice ... that soft white skin, that hair brown and wavy ... Those 16 years old ... And
greeted me, remember? It was so obvious I could not stop looking. And then I waved. You raised your hand and smiled. Made my skin crawl. "Hello ..." I sighed. Ready: completely hooked.
And then it was my turn, right? Now my turn to continue. And I did nothing . Everything was
in these regards, in those knowing glances. Never happened to them so they melt by someone who is so great feeling to be able to handle it? So great to do something about it? Especially at that age, I say . I think everyone has had a platonic love that was born and just succumbed to that, just something platonic.
Then I saw in college, months later. Only then did you really talk. We talked a few times. But it was not the same. Why? Easy: now had a boyfriend.
I think I had it long before, but at the time of the academy were separated or something. Perhaps no. I do not know. I do not know. The tastes, sights, connection, interest, chemistry, everything is difficult to understand. It makes no sense sometimes. Parameters is not. Comes from one moment to another without warning. You do not choose who you like, who you fall in love, who you love. It just happens. And to deny, ignore, resist, it is very difficult. We are human. We are not made of stone .
Today I remember that experience. Maybe I came to mind for some time because I have no one fixed at my side. Not speak of loneliness because it's not that far from being depressed.
The thing is that I remembered. The recalled . And then I wondered what it would be my present if I had done something at that time. How things have changed. Who would have ceased to know, what better time would have been. Everything would have been different?
is not the first time I think. At different times in my life I thought it would not be bad to go back and do things differently. At one point, a few years ago, became an obsession. A trip to the past. Listed the times I wanted to change. I went to bed and prayed for several years before dawn.
Today, walking around town, I think it was a mistake. It was a total want to return to the past mistake. Why do we always believe it will be better? Why not just leave things as they are? I believe in fate, but not one already written, but one that all construct. We build it well and then continue making roads on that basis. No turning back. "All the past was better? Very pessimistic. Any future will be better.
"And if I had done something? Would it have changed history? Everything would have been different? Perhaps it would have been like? "
But
provide experience, then. And changing a little point to this song Coldplay, I'll ask:
"So if you love her / him, will not you let him / her know?
So if I love you ... why do I let you go? "
How do I let you know?
* did I let you know?
* did I let you know?
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