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* Eight months after the last post, I write the final lines of this blog, with nostalgia for what has been experienced through the words, and with the assurance of returning soon, but in another blog with similar stories, but closer, understandable everyone, not just for me, more open and more explicit. Each end is always a new beginning.
a stubborn heart Remains Unchanged (8)
ever told you the best were fired which did not include any goodbye. I recant. There are times when the word "foreboding silence and the most absolute vacuum, can become the perfect item to seal an end. Just have to know what special ingredient added. Sometimes
-or-so away without saying goodbye is the best decision we can take.
THERE ARE THINGS THAT NEVER DIE
When I met you six years ago, you told me that someday, sooner or later sail to another world, far from here. It sounded so distant that he was gas. You were here and it was all that mattered. Today we're not, but I can not say that then nothing matters. Although I would like.
How me melt for you, right? This is the first confession: Do not leave my house on weekends to stay hours just talking to you on msn. Preferred to spend the night seeing the webcam than anything else. How we laughed. How I was excited ...
Too bad I played my cards, right? Months I spent months blaming, resenting go with another, feeling like an idiot for not realizing it before, thinking that you played with me, accusing you of immature and insensitive. The first thing you should have done was look in the mirror: reprimand for failing to visit you more often, not surprised with something nice, not to hold stronger when we talked on your couch. I should reproach myself with not having shaken hands at the movies, do not give you all the poems and songs that I wrote, and remember how stupid I was when Hui your perfect home that night double date. Yes, I left you with your movie, your gas and your popcorn. How often would I go back in time and do everything else.
Second confession: I liked from the first time I saw you and even when I liked another girl. So you left the university to meet after school, I called from time to time to talk for hours, I saw your photos, and did everything in secret.
Third confession: I know you moved the floor at a friend's birthday, a year after all. That's not you expect, right? But yours was systematic: each time you peleabas with him, you made a feint to try something with me. That was the last. Then you just have memories, nostalgic conversations, the inevitable "what if ..." that judgments years later with a "we are fools. If we liked each other, we should have done. "
fourth and last confession: when I said you were going, thought it might (I knew almost nothing about your game) was the last time you see-planned dismissal. You pick your home, take you to a beautiful place where I would count all your plans and dreams, things evoke the past, we would laugh until we hurt the tummy, do a spell to freeze that moment and relive it whenever you want, and then take you back to your home, give you a hug longer than you have ever given, I would say that I adore and would do what he wanted to do for six years: give you a kiss on your cheeks where they meet. I am sure that until now had a taste of your lips tasted by mine.
But you left - without saying goodbye - and none of that happened. Only silence, only distance. I was playing the tracks I wrote you, I wrote these lines sincere, biting my tongue, covering my ears and blindfolded because there will be no more departures and endless conversations. Do not blame. I know it was not out of malice. I know I'll be happy. And that's what matters most. Fly, my grasshoppers. Fly as high as possible. Goodbye, Princess. Still cute. Still stupid.
PS: After writing this (although before posting), I received a mail yours and your inability to say goodbye to people when you have to go. I understand. But what will you say after reading this? do not know if you want to know .
see you, I blush and tremble ... that love makes you stupid (8)
THINGS ARE BORN TO DIE FOR OTHER
Does not supposed to know? Well, I know. For some time you did the world know your intentions, but it was not until recently that you started to make them more formal. You'll also confessions. The first: I went from around listening "are committing."
Rest assured. I'm not depressed or anything like that. Then I realized that it was more a feeling of loneliness, nostalgia for how things turned . You get what you always wanted: someone to accompany you wherever you go and who you marry, at last, being sure that your life will be exactly as planned, and no doubt with another person.
Second confession: I've been the only girl I truly loved. So I missed things she would never forgive, and that's why I took so stop being resentful when it all came to an end.
are supposed to be friends and not tell us anything about our personal things. Just know you're there and that, eventually, I could lend a hand. I love you. That
Fare thee well, then. You learned a lot about how to keep a relationship: do's and don'ts, how to love and how to overcome the enmity. Unfortunately, I am not of those who learn to love these things first. Like, "and I say sincerely thank you. Thanks for breaking my heart.
And thanks for the excellent people I did know. One more special than the other.
When you love someone, But it goes to waste (8)
THERE ARE NOT FINAL Farewell
much I tried and how I failed. Once, twice, thrice. Remember when I said I was to you like a drug? Something you like, but you should not do. I forgot to tell that you are too. First confession: if it crossed my mind a fourth time, it must be because I really felt something (I swear I thought no longer). What do you call yourself? Love? Surely obsession. Yeah, well, I'm not part of the four relationships that made reference recently. Too bad for me.
What I can say that third time I vowed never to take part in dramas and vivid. When I found myself thinking reappeared that the tragedy seemed to have left you, then I realized that the reality was very different.
The truth is you could not pick a worse time to talk again. Second confession: until now I feel something in your chest when you mention his name, though less and less. Why on earth we learned that kiss? Why the hell have you to say things like you said after that?
Quiet, you're my friend. Although still sometimes speak in code. Although even the silence and the failure of subjects or persons are part of the common denominator of our conversations. Despite having to keep quiet about what I already obvious in these lines. This has to stop. I want to run infinity. I always go back.
I wanted to control it, But Love I Could not hold it ... we met by a trick of fate (8)
AND ARE NOT TRUE IF THERE IS NO FINAL Farewell
I tell you many things and I dare not. First confession: I miss you. I miss what we had: your hugs, your kisses, your loving way to treat me, worrying about me, to be outstanding, to help me with my stuff and, of course, those furtive meetings where you and I were the stars lustful nights excess. Sexywood , churra. So we should rename the area of \u200b\u200bour sins.
Second confession: I feel guilty. I know that I walked away. It's something I usually do not know why. The other person away and days later I realize that I miss, that if I want to try. And again I .
Last Confession: I am sure that in another life we \u200b\u200bwould have been happy. What if this, too? Without having to hide and it is not forbidden. We had been allowed to try, go further, do not be afraid to find out what we feel. At least I discovered that I loved you more than I thought. And I miss you. I miss you so much, baby.
I know that at first said I was forbidden to feel something else. But I would love to break that rule and confirm-and, in secret, and what the heck - you do not want to even a little too far for the world.
Four stories and four byes. Although life has taught me that the end may be infinite . Dulce contradiction.
Trust in me when I say ... (8)
freaks with
Do not write a poem
accepted normal girls
I like all
The forbidden love and impossible love
CONFESS GOD YOU TAKE
That difficult job always making people laugh 
* Eight months after the last post, I write the final lines of this blog, with nostalgia for what has been experienced through the words, and with the assurance of returning soon, but in another blog with similar stories, but closer, understandable everyone, not just for me, more open and more explicit. Each end is always a new beginning.
ever told you the best were fired which did not include any goodbye. I recant. There are times when the word "foreboding silence and the most absolute vacuum, can become the perfect item to seal an end. Just have to know what special ingredient added. Sometimes
-or-so away without saying goodbye is the best decision we can take.
THERE ARE THINGS THAT NEVER DIE
When I met you six years ago, you told me that someday, sooner or later sail to another world, far from here. It sounded so distant that he was gas. You were here and it was all that mattered. Today we're not, but I can not say that then nothing matters. Although I would like.
How me melt for you, right? This is the first confession: Do not leave my house on weekends to stay hours just talking to you on msn. Preferred to spend the night seeing the webcam than anything else. How we laughed. How I was excited ...
Too bad I played my cards, right? Months I spent months blaming, resenting go with another, feeling like an idiot for not realizing it before, thinking that you played with me, accusing you of immature and insensitive. The first thing you should have done was look in the mirror: reprimand for failing to visit you more often, not surprised with something nice, not to hold stronger when we talked on your couch. I should reproach myself with not having shaken hands at the movies, do not give you all the poems and songs that I wrote, and remember how stupid I was when Hui your perfect home that night double date. Yes, I left you with your movie, your gas and your popcorn. How often would I go back in time and do everything else.
Second confession: I liked from the first time I saw you and even when I liked another girl. So you left the university to meet after school, I called from time to time to talk for hours, I saw your photos, and did everything in secret.
Third confession: I know you moved the floor at a friend's birthday, a year after all. That's not you expect, right? But yours was systematic: each time you peleabas with him, you made a feint to try something with me. That was the last. Then you just have memories, nostalgic conversations, the inevitable "what if ..." that judgments years later with a "we are fools. If we liked each other, we should have done. "
fourth and last confession: when I said you were going, thought it might (I knew almost nothing about your game) was the last time you see-planned dismissal. You pick your home, take you to a beautiful place where I would count all your plans and dreams, things evoke the past, we would laugh until we hurt the tummy, do a spell to freeze that moment and relive it whenever you want, and then take you back to your home, give you a hug longer than you have ever given, I would say that I adore and would do what he wanted to do for six years: give you a kiss on your cheeks where they meet. I am sure that until now had a taste of your lips tasted by mine.
But you left - without saying goodbye - and none of that happened. Only silence, only distance. I was playing the tracks I wrote you, I wrote these lines sincere, biting my tongue, covering my ears and blindfolded because there will be no more departures and endless conversations. Do not blame. I know it was not out of malice. I know I'll be happy. And that's what matters most. Fly, my grasshoppers. Fly as high as possible. Goodbye, Princess. Still cute. Still stupid.
PS: After writing this (although before posting), I received a mail yours and your inability to say goodbye to people when you have to go. I understand. But what will you say after reading this? do not know if you want to know .
THINGS ARE BORN TO DIE FOR OTHER
Does not supposed to know? Well, I know. For some time you did the world know your intentions, but it was not until recently that you started to make them more formal. You'll also confessions. The first: I went from around listening "are committing."
Rest assured. I'm not depressed or anything like that. Then I realized that it was more a feeling of loneliness, nostalgia for how things turned . You get what you always wanted: someone to accompany you wherever you go and who you marry, at last, being sure that your life will be exactly as planned, and no doubt with another person.
Second confession: I've been the only girl I truly loved. So I missed things she would never forgive, and that's why I took so stop being resentful when it all came to an end.
are supposed to be friends and not tell us anything about our personal things. Just know you're there and that, eventually, I could lend a hand. I love you. That
Fare thee well, then. You learned a lot about how to keep a relationship: do's and don'ts, how to love and how to overcome the enmity. Unfortunately, I am not of those who learn to love these things first. Like, "and I say sincerely thank you. Thanks for breaking my heart.
And thanks for the excellent people I did know. One more special than the other.
THERE ARE NOT FINAL Farewell
much I tried and how I failed. Once, twice, thrice. Remember when I said I was to you like a drug? Something you like, but you should not do. I forgot to tell that you are too. First confession: if it crossed my mind a fourth time, it must be because I really felt something (I swear I thought no longer). What do you call yourself? Love? Surely obsession. Yeah, well, I'm not part of the four relationships that made reference recently. Too bad for me.
What I can say that third time I vowed never to take part in dramas and vivid. When I found myself thinking reappeared that the tragedy seemed to have left you, then I realized that the reality was very different.
The truth is you could not pick a worse time to talk again. Second confession: until now I feel something in your chest when you mention his name, though less and less. Why on earth we learned that kiss? Why the hell have you to say things like you said after that?
Quiet, you're my friend. Although still sometimes speak in code. Although even the silence and the failure of subjects or persons are part of the common denominator of our conversations. Despite having to keep quiet about what I already obvious in these lines. This has to stop. I want to run infinity. I always go back.
AND ARE NOT TRUE IF THERE IS NO FINAL Farewell
I tell you many things and I dare not. First confession: I miss you. I miss what we had: your hugs, your kisses, your loving way to treat me, worrying about me, to be outstanding, to help me with my stuff and, of course, those furtive meetings where you and I were the stars lustful nights excess. Sexywood , churra. So we should rename the area of \u200b\u200bour sins.
Second confession: I feel guilty. I know that I walked away. It's something I usually do not know why. The other person away and days later I realize that I miss, that if I want to try. And again I .
Last Confession: I am sure that in another life we \u200b\u200bwould have been happy. What if this, too? Without having to hide and it is not forbidden. We had been allowed to try, go further, do not be afraid to find out what we feel. At least I discovered that I loved you more than I thought. And I miss you. I miss you so much, baby.
I know that at first said I was forbidden to feel something else. But I would love to break that rule and confirm-and, in secret, and what the heck - you do not want to even a little too far for the world.
Four stories and four byes. Although life has taught me that the end may be infinite . Dulce contradiction.
freaks with
Do not write a poem
accepted normal girls
I like all
The forbidden love and impossible love
CONFESS GOD YOU TAKE
That difficult job always making people laugh
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