29/10/2012



I believe that a feeling doesn't come with time, it comes with someone and walks in, at the same time, in someone's life. You had the essence of peace, protection, caring and I could feel it, in each time I was in your presence. 
You left, as I want you to. You weren't ready for forever, and yet I was never sorry for loving you.
As they say, if something is really ours, allways comes back to us. And now you're here again, not close, not far, wanting nothing and everything, awaking that rude love again. You make me want to fight, to dig and bring up your soul in this fragil heart, to take a chance in somrthing that was half started. 
I can now feel you as I did before, desire you, be anxious for feeling the warm of your skin, the sweetness of your eyes, to have more than I had before, to make you the other half of me. If words could speak for themselves they wouldn't be able to express what i'm trying to say to you, they wouldn't be honest. So, I can just ask you to feel my words instead of just enjoying them...

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