My inspiration has come now, make half hour or so when I received a call from a friend telling me the problems with your partner which has joined me one case of a scratch from a friend this morning and something told me my best friend will be three quarters of an hour or so. This echo me think a lot. Horrible moments I remembered a few months ago along with others which I will never forget (which is not itself part bad part is the base part of your life and you can not forget you) I hate to "think." I hate Sundays at home (a few), yes those Sundays which are "made to think" because there is nothing else to do. And "What's all this?
This entry wants to devote all stripes love for someone, anyone, to all who suffer for two: for him / herself to and by / the other / a. This is not writing for me because I have been thinking in my love life (which is currently scarce and I have no shame in saying) I write for all the souls that wander all institutes of the world in pain, seeking an answer to their problems they have emerged over the weekend, something that tells them something that makes you breathe, they return the heart throb again. And that hunch most will find in the other's heart and ours froze after hanging up the call. Who has not happened? You expect me to call you, do not call, you call him, is eating and says I called after lunch, spend an hour "can not eat in an hour? Always and average or less "So that you know. And sige without calling, you call home and do not hold and you call the phone, and says that I have come to take the dog that when he calls you, and does not and spend 2 hours. And you get desperate and you connect to Tuenti and will send a private message and type " said you call me, I've been waiting all afternoon " And suddenly go from being great on a Saturday in pure spring be crying and drive you crazy home, and inside you swept the coldest winter with all your heart, forgive me wrong, the heart stole it for some time that the person you've been waiting for signs of life at home all afternoon desesperandote. Winter came, clear, it will be winter until you return the call or just settle with any nonsense response to private messages. What do you do? Smile and dry your tears as a / a total idiot, just like / the "montapelículas" as you consider that after so many times yet the phone.
By this I mean that if you seek happiness in what you bear another rather crude. Although it is true that, for at least a while, find it in your company. But never, ever do your happiness depend on anyone but yourself. That has nothing to do with you the concept airport, that is, that your life does not depend on whether anyone comes or goes. That when that time comes, will cost up. But as Alejandro Sanz " After the storm comes the calm always" but also says it is true that after " but I know after you, after you nothing." In that case have faith in time, believe me.
For caresses and little details that everyone, however hard that we do, we always miss each person that has set foot on the ground of our heart. I do not think I check dust, because I'm a fucking and now that he is about Easter. Avoid scratching, ye be not more damage.
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