luni, 13 octombrie 2014


There are pages that should remain empty , not because of the words that don't seem to find their place in the row but because of a virtue.You will remember something , a touch, a smell but you won't remember her..They will feel like a shadow from the past but you won't remember what they meant.
Another her will fill the blanks but without realizing you will flutter forever in a vivid emptiness.The crystal from her eyes will vanish because you failed to remember her.Sometimes love is the only thing we have in common and over the years we find out that that's not enough.

When it comes to me, nothing's ever enough....

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