I do not know. Sometimes I feel like we're strangers. "Watching" give
us messages, "watching" us stuffing in it. "Watching" pure and simple.
Sometimes I feel like we are "friends". Yes, "friends" of that which
they kiss, "friends" who say sweet words, "friends" who meet and
embrace, "friends" who spend their evenings together, "friends" whom shy
and embarrassed to touch hands, "friends" who
confess that they like
each other "friends" who talk all night, "friends" who bets such as who
resist not to kiss the other .. "Friends" that after a long time
watching each other, and back and one another's arms. That kind of
"friends" who meet on the street, they look and they continue. And
sometimes we are children. Some kids stupid and mischievous. Bad kids,
vain and losers ..
We bind many memories. We binds days that look of fear and cuddle
him. We bind eyes and pinching, touching and childish revenge. We bind
my tears, trust and tenderness of. We bind every meeting and every
approach, and each distancing. Bind us last summer, and less in summer
.. Il bind me simply because I was first .. And yet, although we bind so
many I would not be called "ex-boyfriend". I would be called special
someone. Someone special who destroyed my confidence, but I've forgiven
much. I just sometimes can not forget it's just a stranger and they were
thrown in that I said "see you tomorrow" and went weeks without even
hearing from him. I can not forget anything. As you achieve the status
of "love" I must appreciate the effort .. But it was not to be. There
are days that made me feel loved and others that I felt just a buddy.
Days in which I make you happy then ignore me completely. And because it
does not know what I was or what will be. Because you do not know what
he wants, or if he knows, is bad in Chapter demonstration ..
Friday, August 8, 2014
I guess you can call an ex
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