Today I have one of these days with nostalgia, where every corner, every word, every look is accompanied by a memory as good or bad. A short pursuit through Amy's last moments, when I fell in love so much and so hard that everything that came after was no more than the pursuit of that feeling abandoned. That's right, stay with a girl and say goodbye at the door of his house, leaving her with the invitation to go on the lips, because your body wants to go, but your heart is looking for something else.
Actually, I look pretty goofy, maybe I should give me a few of bumping into the wall, hurt more but I do feel less asshole -.-
My conscience got to me more weight than the opinion of the whole world. Ma
Cicero rco.
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