need to write ... in this new version of what I start to be (which is nothing more than the old version of myself, but remastered) I found myself face to face with emotional and sentimental, I can not help that is what I am.
need to say, I have to. I've never stopped loving you, or a minute or a second or a moment I stopped loving you with every inch of me, with all the force of the fucking world, with all my condemned soul ...
Is it worth all this mean?
... "Of course it's worth
- life will be worth a gamble
idea that may be false? -clear
worth ... "
tells me Don Nica cute ear.
In this beautiful and painful delirium of love from afar I've learned to understand you, I've learned to accept I may have made mistakes and am learning to bancármelas, banks the consequences of what I destroyed myself, I'm gritting his teeth and looking forward, I'm hitting me in the hands for not writing any email that can interfere with your decision, I'm biting my lip to keep from going to the apartment's window and yell that I love you to rip your throat, to be without a voice ... dying to call and hang up only to hear you say "Hello?" well, as nice as you say, but it is wrong.
But ... I can not help but love you, I can not miss you, I can not dream with you, asleep or awake, I can not help calling you in silence with all senses and at the same time, I can not help wanting you I can not help wait, I can not help it, I can not write all this in my blog, even at the risk of no longer visit and not read it ever.
temperance I have needed to do what I should not. I have the ovaries
necessary for banking where I belong.
But mostly, I have this heart belongs to you.
"and there is a bit of soul in the middle of this hell that question for you" (that piece of soul has a name)
I love you, no matter anything, that I was not going to take ever.
"You are what you love, Fhayruz -
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