It are those moments that I can’t forget that make it impossible for me to get over you.
17.10.2012
But I don’t want comfort. I want poetry. I want danger. I want freedom. I want goodness. I want sin.
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I loved him the way I loved the moon.
From a distance far beyond, never able to touch him but sometimes he shined a bit brighter than other days and this meant the world to me. He lightened up my darkest days and gave me hope when there was none.
I wished I could be this patient. If I were allowed to hope for a happy ending I’d be ok, but the way it is now… well it drives me crazy. Why can’t it change already? Waiting in uncertainty…
