29.10.11

They had light inside their eyes

I can't stand it any longer. I really miss you. I do, I really do. I miss every thing attached to you.
I miss you not calling me (because I didn't like to talk on the phone), I miss you texting me to tell me about Star Wars (that I never saw), I miss you searching what the hell was an happening (and explain me after, that you finally knew it). I miss you. I don't know what else to say. I can even miss a bit of those cold raining days. Because even the cold made me alive as you made me alive, and I guess, happy. I thought it would be simple. I would come here, and I would forget to feel, I thought the minute I left, everything would stand behind, and you would stay there just as a sweet memory. Well, let me tell you, I was wrong. I didn't forget to feel, actually I didn't forget anything. Not even a bit of you, neither your hands, your harms, your lips, your smile, your hair, your accent. Or the night we meet, or the trips we did, or the films we saw, or the parties we went, or the nights we had dinner or the walks or anything. Not even a bit of us.
I really miss you, and now I'm quite fucked up because we kinda have two countries and a bit of the ocean in the middle of the way and that is keeping things harder. But I can't fight it, I miss you.

4 comentários:

  1. « I thought it would be simple. I would come here, and I would forget to feel, I thought the minute I left, everything would stand behind, and that you would stay there just as a sweet memory.
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    and now I'm quite fucked up because we kinda have two countries and a bit of the ocean in the middle of the way and that is keeping things harder. But I can't fight it, I miss you »

    faço tuas as minhas palavras. e a música .. gostava de ter uma solução para nós minha amiga. mas não tenho. porque por muito que olhe à minha volta, por muito interessantes que sejam os outros, por muito novo que tudo seja, eu ainda penso nele. assim como tu pensas nele. e nós, tu e eu, temos dois países e um bocadinho do oceano a separar-nos daqueles que nos voltaram a fazer sentir assim, vivas, outra vez.

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  2. Oh gosto tanto :' deixaste uma paixão para trás?

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  3. Mas o teu "deixar para trás" significa "querer esquecer"?

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  4. Ohh :' ainda assim é lindo! Tenho uma ilusão disso, queria perder-me por Londres numa história de encantar também...

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