looked up from the ground waiting to see what he craved, the outstretched hand to give her foot up off the ground, but all I found was the eternal loneliness that always accompanies it. That terrible pain of being always in second place, if not more than one option for the rest of the world. few days ago decided to let their hair down, marked the line of his eyes put her heels to go out and stomp, until he saw a I love you it was not for her. Then she felt again in the second, that in your whole life has meaning.
Once
but someone cornered, turned to change the other person.
His life has always been so, when he felt happy about something, looked like the other person's left side, in some way or another, but from the side. The "my" so often heard when should say "our", of people who have never known how to value, which was the first person to leave it in second place, a Sunday afternoon when I was seven years, saying that he was going to go with her to play and only went home to tell her that another girl had come and would rather play with her ... She looked through her window as the other moved away and left it at home ...
Today, with that I love you is not for her behind her back, back all their bad memories, all those who thought forgotten and that he believed would return not to feel ...
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