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one day,all of us will get separated from each other.we will miss our conversations of everything and nothing and the dreams we had.days,months and years will pass until this contact becomes rare.one day,our children will see our pictures and ask:"who are these people?".and we will smile with invisible tears because a heart is touched with a strong word and you will say:"it was them that i had the best days of my life with."
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remember what it feels like.all of those times in school when you see him standing down the hall,and you cannot breathe until you're with him.don't you remember what that's like?
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i lost you and it was like losing a limb.
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i think i may have loved him for much longer than i knew.
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well,i think that when you have a connection with someone,it never really goes away,you know?you snap back to being important to each other because you still are.
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because,deep down inside,you like being broken.
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i let this person in.i let her in.i don't let people in.
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one day,you look at the person and see more than you did the day before,like a switch was flicked somewhere.and the person who was just a friend is suddenly the only person you can imagine yourself with.
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maybe not today,maybe not tomorrow,but someday and for the rest of your life.
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zrozpaczone serce może zabić.
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