Vontade de largar tudo, e correr até você, olhar em seus olhos e dizer que nunca te esqueci. Que ainda te amo, e que ainda te quero comigo. Vontade de te abraçar forte, daqueles abraços únicos que em apenas um toque sentimos que nada é capaz de nos abalar. Vontade de você, uma vontade incontrolável.
Weak body. Heart into a thousand pieces. Mind accelerated. Eyes of a hangover. Feeling empty, empty words, all meaningless. At least I wanted to love, stranger, she had never so longed for one day and feel something today, wanted to love, and two small doses of happiness, to sweeten your life, how bitter it was. But even looking like she still feared the bitterness, the dreaded pain, feared loneliness. She liked to be alone with her all the time, liked to hide and let your tears fall down your face, like to get away and get a little lonely, herself, putting her head in place, looking for real thinking and feeling of his life, so complicated. Other times, it has been tired of this loneliness, and when looking for some company on his back, as much as her tears were found .. that for her, were her best friends, because even with no one around him, were the only ones who were at his side, when she most needed attention, affection, care, love ... protective.