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Everyone is special.

Everyone has a unique story.What makes us different is whether we use to tell it or not.

domingo, 3 de abril de 2011

Second moi.

How should we measure the love that we have for someone? In tears? In laughs? In smiles?. My blue mascara is all wet,and I have my brain full of ideas. They say that you never know what you have until you loose it,and I couldnt agree more.Missing someone is one of the worst feelings you will ever have.My tummy aches,and I keep on remembering moments all over again.Memories that make me smile,and regret things. Airplanes,wishes,secrets,greengrass,pizzas,windows,songs,smells,questions,summer.All and all over again. My heart is beating fast,and I wish,I could just open my eyes and find you next to me. And then I realised that we measure the love that we have for someone,in seconds,in those seconds that last forever,where you want the world to stop because it cant be better,because you are touching the sky,those seconds that the minute they are over,you know you are going to remember FOREVER.

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