After he left the city, it took a while before I stopped expecting to see him everywhere, before I got used to the fact that afternoons had lost their shape.
It took a while before my body stopped yearning for his; sometimes I myself was aware of my arms and legs groping for him in my sleep, and my sister reported more than once at table that I had called out his name in the night.
Honestly, I do not want to write in Spanish. Every day is difficult, today three months has passed since the last time I have seen him. I miss him every moment of the day, but what can I do? I choose him but he did not chose me, and it hurts, I do not know how long.
Although I think that I am not prepared to see him because I am sure I would like to lay in his arms, and he would not.
Yeah it is not like before him, it is different and I am proud of being his girl that summer. However, I am alone again, I hate that fuck loneliness.
Why are you so far? I said. I am in love with you, you, soft and lonely, you just like heaven.
I know we are different and we don't share the same things but I love the differences that we have. I am such a stupid girl in love and I have to say: I love suffering.
I made a quotation of The Cure (Just like heaven). And Italic is another quotation of Bernard Schink's book'The Reader' such a wonderful and interesting book.
I can't forget him, his body, his eyes, his hair, why I feel in love with him?
As a conclusion I hate myself, hate how much I love boy, and know how much I need you.
It took a while before my body stopped yearning for his; sometimes I myself was aware of my arms and legs groping for him in my sleep, and my sister reported more than once at table that I had called out his name in the night.
Honestly, I do not want to write in Spanish. Every day is difficult, today three months has passed since the last time I have seen him. I miss him every moment of the day, but what can I do? I choose him but he did not chose me, and it hurts, I do not know how long.
Although I think that I am not prepared to see him because I am sure I would like to lay in his arms, and he would not.
Yeah it is not like before him, it is different and I am proud of being his girl that summer. However, I am alone again, I hate that fuck loneliness.
Why are you so far? I said. I am in love with you, you, soft and lonely, you just like heaven.
I know we are different and we don't share the same things but I love the differences that we have. I am such a stupid girl in love and I have to say: I love suffering.
I made a quotation of The Cure (Just like heaven). And Italic is another quotation of Bernard Schink's book'The Reader' such a wonderful and interesting book.
I can't forget him, his body, his eyes, his hair, why I feel in love with him?
As a conclusion I hate myself, hate how much I love boy, and know how much I need you.