domingo, 3 de abril de 2011

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And that’s it. You’re officially broken.

You still go to bed every night with that feeling of blame.

Like if you had something to be blamed for.

Then you wake up every morning with that same feeling.

And you spend all day holding your tears.

And pretending in front of everyone, and laughing when they ask you if there’s something wrong.

It’s ironic. You know it hasn’t been your fault. You’re sure and confident with yourself because you know you did everything that was on your hands.

But you still have that mess twisting inside your stomach.

And you are still startled when you notice him around. Even if he’s not near.

He’s never really been.

And.. you know what? No matter if he took you for granted, or if he made you cry, or if he ever did something that made you feel bad.

It seems that your mind only saves the good memories.

Like when you used to slide your fingers across his hair.

Or when you thought you could spend years smelling him.

The ones we miss.