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In our conversations about everything. There are no forbidden subject, but sometimes very I speak subtly of time, over time, of those things that happen to live in and we will not repeat anymore. Disgusts me the obvious gulf between us, but nobody is to blame ...
Today I decided to let you know all that already guessed and avoid me.
The best days of my life passed away.
I dreamed a thousand times with you, with chance meetings and other premeditated. I tweaked and blurred each gave me kisses on the cheeks, dragging them to my lips. I've pulled from our common past as a resource to build a present and evoke a possible future: a joint clubhouse perhaps a tour, perhaps a shooting, a red carpet, a life full of media and popular recognition, success and fortune for both. Otherwise
me a long enough stealth experience. I better with that. I have not much, but I'd trade it all for you.
magnet for me, you were always very independent. And that is why I would never have imagined so enamored
coleccionaré.
Sometimes I have the feeling that attempt to conquer vain, that this is a losing battle.
is a pity not to choose which life to live.