Vivir sin aire, volar sin alas.: Con 'O' de olvido, con 'N' de nostalgia.

“When I think of you and me and what we shared, I know it would be easy for others to dismiss our time together as simply a by-product of the days and nights we spent by the sea, a "fling" that, in the long run, would mean absolutely nothing. Thats why I don't tell people about us. They wouldn't understand, and I don't feel the need to explain, simply becasue I know in my heart how real it was... how real this is. When I think of you I cant help smiling, knowing that you've completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you'll take me in your arms again”

Vivir sin aire, volar sin alas.

jueves, 3 de noviembre de 2011

Con 'O' de olvido, con 'N' de nostalgia.

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