Christmas was someone else, was the memory of someone who borrowed for that moment and the reading was mine and as she wept because I knew I had discovered was a Christmas that was mine.
was late and drinking coffee Gio eyes reminded me of the mind that was distributed slowly over and over again in small cubes with letters asynchronous.
I want to love me in a way that is not always possible, as is sometimes simply can not love as we need ...
Love my way was an act and I invidividual ashamed to admit that beyond the flight of the butterflies were chains which had given.
And the evening was that my eyes renonbraran the past is rapidly distributed me crying again and tear and accumulate around my selfishness cubes were piled outside.
discovered after I was Gio's eyes reminded me that drinking coffee slowly the scene changes again and again that travel is shared but not shared just because one wants to give the ticket, commonly travel alone and do not tell anyone, my feet do not usually visit places that are full of people, I hold private, intimate spaces, school me on this adventure of discovery of what is prohibited to public eye, so discovered I was in tears and smile knowing that I released coo when you yell at the open forest enclave that is not enough to vocalize their feelings.
smiling while I was discovered by a demon in my mind wandered so much that I overheated the acts to go on my head and greedy selfishness had been burned exposure among so light.
And wept while watching the movie in your eyes that Christmas morning he had seen, wept as the darkness of sadness enveloped me accompanying shock.
had only to hide behind the line and a Christmas was hug me and why I had not cried.
raining and wept that afternoon when he rediscovered the long flight path, crying as my hands touched the knees and slowly will find you and your lines again centrifuged inside.
spasm and then covered my Christmas was mine.
I did not cry as she left empty knowing that my hand was not wanted, I did not cry as she returned the ring to the one that gave me a clear sky, did not cry as I went slowly and kept my dreams to be me become someone whom he loved, did not cry when I felt alone and hell strange, I did not cry to recite the irresponsibility of offering time or cry when I broke the hearts of those who innocently had been expecting me.
But I cried today as I discovered the reason why no reason to love you for so long, I cried today to discover the injustice of my demon and I cried my heart today to polarize two feelings of peace.
woman I'm not asking to be loved when sometimes we are not made to love the way they need it.
not cry for the couple will be neither for the future not be forged, cry because you made me happy every day and night your hand was accompanied by my life, cry for shoulder slip my dream and gave rise to my effort, I will cry because you're the man of my life and cry because I am fortunate to take part of you beating me.
cry for infinite bounce much rest in your embrace and for calls that do not bear fruit, cry quietly in remembrance and appreciation for countless moments occupied by the woman who shared your life.
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