"You know... I do have some choices. I can wait for when I can get to meet you... then look into your eyes... and see that I was terribly mistaken... or not, which is what I trust with all my heart now. Or I can keep dreamin of this whole stupid feeling I've created alone
(what makes you a bastard, cause you faked everything, logically), til the day I'm done with that. Then you'll be nothing but a bad memory. And I can avoid that for a while, cause of all the space I gave you in my life... but then it's gonna fade away... as you hurt me little by little... until the day I look at your face and say "what a waste of time"... and when that happens, it's done. I wish I was polite like you at that point... acting friendly for nothing... but I can't... I'm not that false... I can't fake feelings like you. And you will notice my coldness. Or not. Cause it doesn't matter to you anyway. I won't ever hate you, but you'll be in fact a stranger. Can't think of anything sadder than this. All the words, all the promises... worthless. As they always are. I'm tired. I feel like screaming everytime I get myself wandering round your facebook's page, or dying to think of something to talk to you on MSN. Gosh, this is gonna be hell, but I can't stand it anymore. Cannot make it nice now... it's too painful. I need some time to remember how to breathe without this node in my throat. I realized I'm afraid like hell of movin on. But you give me no choice. I love you, I'll keep lovin you, and I don't give a fuck for what you think of it. Anyway, I'll move on. You've got it. I can't stand all this stupid pain. I don't deserve to be treated unfriendly... fuck it! You're nothing to know what I deserve or not! You liar!
You said once that you like big emails to read, so here it is. And please, be sure I'm in hell right now. Everyday you wake up, everytime something makes you remind of me, you'll remember that. And I hope you feel great, cause you've got what you wanted.
Someday your irresistible blue eyes will meet my shiny dark ones
("ohhh, how sweet of him, he notices my eyes..." bullshit.) and I hope you see all the pain you caused me in them
(con mucha honra, Maria del Barrio soy!). God, I won't ever forgive myself for being that stupid.
I LOVE this mexican soap opera way of life. Happy 1 month of nothing to you, babe."
Discutindo a relação e praticando o inglês. Adoro. zo/
Beijomeliga. Ou não. ;)
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