'm here awake at 3 o'clock of the night reading a book, and desperate cry for me come the signhiozzo for some printed words on paper ke conjure up very painful and difficult separations.
separation, when a person looks at you and you love ke icy says .. forget me it's over, I'll never existed ..
and you find them scattered with crumbled heart on his hands ... What can you do if desperate cry and let ke nn the world and you will continue unabated without feelings visible from the outside and inside the desert, a void that only he could fill .. everything reminds you of him, your story. Memories, painful as a knife in the flesh, come to mind vivid memories of the smells, the heat Her face, so as sharp as ever, the words and the tone of voice ..
pretend to do anything to worry ki nn around you but time is critical when you're alone there in your room, in that bed ke now you seem so big, so empty, so meaningless ...
the need for love, the need to turn around and know ke is there, you see, his chest rhythmically rises and falls, the eyes are moving fast under the eyelids, that his only proumo, your hand between the her hair, and it is real, is there ... but I have to be practical, he is not there, and there will be more. and then the only thing I can do is continue to miss you and hope ke sleep will come soon x qualke now escape this delusion.
manki me and anke if you write or look for you there's no way .. + you are not there for me .. and I'm torn ....
