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Three times in a row
personals [ Thoughts ]

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by Muresan Laura [laurakm2005 ]

2007-04-25  |     | 



52.Never meant to think about you, but I did. You were a wonderful glitter in my life and now you’re gone mostly because you were taken away, but there I get involved. “The biggest problem in communication is the illusion it has taken place”. Yes! That was then; you’ve got no idea how often my imagination flew beneath the coldest wind ever…

Still let’s get back to you, my friend, colleague who for two years you were my confident. Same situation, different players, simple emotions. You grew apart so easily that your mind couldn’t even notice. Hands-freezing I stood up and went on.

Then, after a while, there was you. Come on! It was purely perfect, for some time and now I realize… I already pressed the forward button until certain episodes already took place: that individual has come along, you smiling as I. Months have already passed, and you’ve vanished, left your indifferent body staring and gently grinning.

The first time, I learned not to get involved that much, however be there for you, barely miming. Then, I showed some indifference on the outside, although my heart was aching. And, now thirdly, I guess that involuntarily I left you, but I suppose I’m still here. Went through unreal situations and now I’m trying to adjust to the broken reality. Told the first beautiful, bad experience and I didn’t ~thinking~ (or don’t?) want that again. Now… I’ve got no idea how I’ll rise again, you might not understand although you said you did. Too much caring this time, down (st end)…


Wednesday, 25 April 2007

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