Give up on him. Im way over it.

Finally. Yes. I cant force this anymore.
It was so special, he and me... everything, and the remember is which can makes me think it was worth living.
For the first time, im gonna think of me. I know i'll miss him, sure, but this is just fucking hurting me. Also, i know i'll never meet a person like him, that's one of the reasons why i didnt want to forget him... I give him everything and more, cause i need him so bad... but i cant take it anymore so maybe its time to say goodbye.
Although im still in... lov...FUCK OFF, and obviously... i dont know what the hell are you thinking... This is just UNFAIR.
Conclusion: i can do better.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=kxHlS9pTJdE&feature=related

What if they told you everything wasnt going to be alright?
That you were stranded here with no help, no divine purpose, and that everything in your life rode on you.
That your life would most likely not be filled with all Disney.
That you would struggle and that you were alone in your struggle and as many ways and times you tried to prove to yourself that as not true you could never deny it.
That you could do whatever you wanted here on earth, anything you found important, but there would never be any way to confirm your sense of purpose other than from yourself.
That you only had your hands, your head and your dreams...
Do you think that sounds good?

Otra vez toda la noche hablando hasta que llega el momento de decir hasta mañana. Dejemos en pedazos lo de no poder pasar entre las sombras sin caer. Dormir tan abrazados sobre el filo es algo que no pueden resolver... Y al mirar las cosas imposibles nos callamos los dos. Y al romper de una beso la gravitación universal flotamos los dos.  Otra vez dos locos esperando frente al vendaval, mirando juntos desde la ventana no saben si esconderse o dejarse llevar.Que pase lo que tenga que pasar, de otra manera no tiene sentido. Ni puedo ni lo quiero controlar.

We’re never so vulnerable than when we trust someone - but paradoxically, if we cannot trust, neither can we find love or joy.

Bueno, siempre nos queda el futuro y la duda de si durará, todo esta en jugar y sudar. Por eso soy adicta al amor platónico y al placer de la nostalgia. Después de todo se que nada es permanente y que al impaciente se le olvida la miel del presente.

Pienso que aún siendo dificíl, es cierto, que algunas miradas desvelan secretos que esperan poderse escapar.

Dudo, resulta bonito y descubro que vamos cifrando mensajes, creando un lenguaje con sólo mirar. Y siento por dentro un susurro a lo lejos que me habla de tí, vuelvo a mirarte y tú a mí..ya no podemos fingir.