Dream. It's the first thing that came to my mind when I took the pencil while traveling in the micro way my house when I decided to write something after all this time, as he said several things with a girl that just appeared. Rather than talk about it, I want to focus on what we talked about in that song that came accidentally in our discussion about the things of life. It was odd to me to ask a question so baffling that after hearing it, do not know how to answer. What would happen if, overnight, the person with whom you were ("Your first love") came and asked you to be together again? At first I had already taken the logical answer, but then ... I saw my logic at that time was a big lie. That was a theme that I never take into account by a mental health issue and basically psychological, but apparently had long kept and it was time to come to light ...
at first did not know what to say, many things came and went through my mind, emotions, feelings, memories ... and aroma that I could never forget ... if you still remember. Yet there is something different, something that basically makes me want to back away while loving her, wanting to touch it and avoid it at once, not ... in order. She just looks at me, I observed, in an absurd attempt to find the things you want at the moment silent, and I can not do more than keep quiet while I sort my ideas so we can respond even one thing.
I decided me. The look, take air, and without hesitation I say "do nothing". I feel in the background is not so well, I can not just plan what would happen in that time, but sometimes I know so well I can take my reactions to some situations. On the other hand made a promise long ago, and unknowingly until now I could understand what it means that promise to give us time to heal our wounds and seal at the bottom of our loved what once was "us." .. to continue our lives and return to see us happy again, as we did for a while, although not in the same way. She seems to be fine, still just as I knew, but I can see his eyes from time to time part of my reflection ... as if he felt the same that I have repressed desire to speak. Nor do I feel bad, let alone do something that does not belong, and therefore I said to the girl on the bus that "do nothing" because I could not tell you everything, nor know silence. My will cease at the time, and only allow my true self I could say anything you want and feel how much because I can not really deny that I've missed every day, but not so much as a couple, but rather as a friend, as a person, the person he fell in love.
If I saw her again, if given the opportunity to come and ask me we returned to be together ... I would say no, but we can be friends again as we were once, because things have changed, and what happened to us is so valuable that I have no desire to want to repeat it ... not to cause harm. She to me is more than a memory, but as I remember it's OK, because I asked once every one followed his own life, and that's what I started doing, now and henceforth.
And now she looks down, and in her hair I see your face, and it overlooks a small, warm smile and hear her whisper "I think I mourn" ... and a couple of tears fell from his eyes, and more because I felt I could not do through rubbing our arms the anguish that was in itself, despite the energy and vitality that had previously shown. She was beautiful, perhaps enviable, but for some reason I felt so relaxed she simply asked him to cry. It did. And I knew that was it, not knowing what to do with the burden he carried in his heart that was perhaps about to commit a folly by a feeling that was not clear, but now I saw her looking up differently: vi decision , sincerity, and warmth.
Unfortunately it was time to get off the mic because my stop was next, and although I asked for my email so we can contact in the future, I refused by a simple reason: I want her to live alone and I intend to do now.
at first did not know what to say, many things came and went through my mind, emotions, feelings, memories ... and aroma that I could never forget ... if you still remember. Yet there is something different, something that basically makes me want to back away while loving her, wanting to touch it and avoid it at once, not ... in order. She just looks at me, I observed, in an absurd attempt to find the things you want at the moment silent, and I can not do more than keep quiet while I sort my ideas so we can respond even one thing.
I decided me. The look, take air, and without hesitation I say "do nothing". I feel in the background is not so well, I can not just plan what would happen in that time, but sometimes I know so well I can take my reactions to some situations. On the other hand made a promise long ago, and unknowingly until now I could understand what it means that promise to give us time to heal our wounds and seal at the bottom of our loved what once was "us." .. to continue our lives and return to see us happy again, as we did for a while, although not in the same way. She seems to be fine, still just as I knew, but I can see his eyes from time to time part of my reflection ... as if he felt the same that I have repressed desire to speak. Nor do I feel bad, let alone do something that does not belong, and therefore I said to the girl on the bus that "do nothing" because I could not tell you everything, nor know silence. My will cease at the time, and only allow my true self I could say anything you want and feel how much because I can not really deny that I've missed every day, but not so much as a couple, but rather as a friend, as a person, the person he fell in love.
If I saw her again, if given the opportunity to come and ask me we returned to be together ... I would say no, but we can be friends again as we were once, because things have changed, and what happened to us is so valuable that I have no desire to want to repeat it ... not to cause harm. She to me is more than a memory, but as I remember it's OK, because I asked once every one followed his own life, and that's what I started doing, now and henceforth.
And now she looks down, and in her hair I see your face, and it overlooks a small, warm smile and hear her whisper "I think I mourn" ... and a couple of tears fell from his eyes, and more because I felt I could not do through rubbing our arms the anguish that was in itself, despite the energy and vitality that had previously shown. She was beautiful, perhaps enviable, but for some reason I felt so relaxed she simply asked him to cry. It did. And I knew that was it, not knowing what to do with the burden he carried in his heart that was perhaps about to commit a folly by a feeling that was not clear, but now I saw her looking up differently: vi decision , sincerity, and warmth.
Unfortunately it was time to get off the mic because my stop was next, and although I asked for my email so we can contact in the future, I refused by a simple reason: I want her to live alone and I intend to do now.
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