Ya es costumbre; Cinco días en especial me suelen ocurrir cosas concurrentes, mis propios pensamientos me hacen desanimarme de una manera que lo único que me hace sentir bien es estar solo, sin que nadie me moleste o que me recuerde o extrañe, simplemente estar apartado al resto.
What did she wish as she placed her message in the bottle and cast it into the vastness of the ocean. Did she want to rewrite history? Change a moment, have her own version of sliding doors to remake a future. Or was it her fate to lose again a love that was not hers to hold 💔