Skip page. The books have been part of my life forever, and as a subtle irony that expression has not stopped with me.
Most advice I've received over the last few years have been about it, I have to be strong and move on, forget the suffering that I arrive and give me a chance myself to be truly happy. I know they are right, and although I like to contradict the world I have some common sense that strongly supports this reasoning.
But the past is part of us, we can never erase. I do not like to think that it is best forgotten. You can try to forget your memories, but they will never forget you. The past shows our mistakes, and lock them prevent us from learning from him. The past, fortunately or unfortunately, has helped us become who we really are.
So I do not know exactly whether or venerate curse. It has made me colder, more sarcastic and cutting when necessary. There was even a time I removed the desire to continue living. But it also gave me some perspective. Even the same past that once taught me that love is showing up for me, since I have known, that there is nothing more wrong. Has given me great moments of truth and lies, ephemeral, like time.
And time is one of my most precious goods. Although it is not even mine, though you can not control it. A time that we have prisoners. One time I would like to dedicate today, and as many days, in full. I wish I could save
minutes, a few each day that keeps us away. Save without anyone noticing, and invest in you a secret. No matter if it's a caress evening, if watching a bad movie or, on the contrary, in stolen moments memorizing the exact shade of your lips. No matter what me, any time on your side will take my breath and my soul with. Therefore
I was filled with horror when my parents berated me living in the past. I covered in idealism, seeking a tale prince everywhere. I will never be able to realize how wrong they are, as neither one thing nor do I seek another. I just hoped, or wished or longed not all-aba like, just as was happening my gray days, moody and skeptical of what he saw.
Until you came. Your words made me smile at first and then shudder. Suddenly I found myself thinking what it would be to have you here, if only we could be friends. And soon after, almost without realizing you had my trust, and surprised me even more than you'd decided to do the same. How to find your way to me. Day. Today I still strange to be so lucky.
Despite what many people think, the stories do not begin on the first page. Much earlier. Beginning with the main character's life with their background and circumstances. Children with their joys, their fears and with the first disappointments. The stories do not consist of two or three facts, but a succession of details and coincidences leading to the real plot. So I can say that my story has been very happy parts but more drama. So I can say that for some time already spent page, but did not start writing the next chapter until a month ago.
A chapter that bears your name and does not belong only to my story, but to our . A chapter with two players and two authors at once.
Because if there's something I have clear is that despite what anyone says, I do not need Prince Charming. Not even need someone like you. I need solely to you.
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To the guy you want in each update a few words of praise. So you know that from now on, it will cost to find even more = P
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