Sentir, habitándome plena, integrando el miedo, la duda, el amor. Vulnerable.


>> lunes, 7 de diciembre de 2009

Yes, you hurt me and she did too, but is okey. Because of people like you I lern to appreciate people like them.
Time... it flew so fast...
It was something so pure, so beautiful. I even thought it was for ever, some of those things that last for the rest of the times; you know what I mean. And all I've left now are memories, memories of what we were, how we felt, we laugh, we cry.
Them and me.
Me and them.
Me, with them.
Them, with me.

We. The four of us.
I miss you friends, I miss what we were.