If I die, let me be reborn as the sleeve that catches her tears, the pillow she hugs at night or the sun rays that kiss her cheeks and make them that lovely shade of pink
It is just as right as the mother that lost the joust to a younger mistress and swallowed her sorrow in pills. Don’t take this from me. I do not want to forget, I do not want to live a life where this did not happen, I simply want it again.
No odio a las personas....odio que cuando necesite a alguien....no había nadie...y eso me define como persona que decidió apartarse de todos, incluso de su familia....