Thursday, August 30, 2007

Still here with me

Today I woke up thinking of you... again.
I still miss you.
I know you don't love me and therefore we won't be together. I know it very well.
It is not killing me anymore. I won't do anything to change it. It doesn't hurt me anymore.
I just miss you, for I really fell in love with you, and the feeling doesn't go away.
I don't miss you desperately... I am not sad.
But you are here, with me, every day, in every breath, in every memory...
I miss you, for who you are.
God bless you J, wherever you are...

Sunday, August 26, 2007

Ready, set... go!

Ok, ok... time to move on. Let's do it.

Wednesday, August 22, 2007

Don't wanna go on...

I'd rather move on...

Monday, August 13, 2007

9 months

Today I realized it's been nine months since I went to Colombia. Nine long months that happened so fast it will soon be one year without you.
One year almost... nine months and I still miss you, I still remember the sound of your voice, the smell and the touch of your skin, the sound of your footsteps, and the look in your eyes.
It's been nine months and the wound in my heart is still opened. I still think about you every single day.
I remember every thing... like you will be 30 on september.
And now, I am beginning to think that I've never loved this way before. It's such a shame I had to learn to love like this with you.
:(

Thursday, August 09, 2007

Backstreet Boys fade-out song

What do you do at this very moment when I think of you? (...)
Now look at me: instead of moving on I refuse to see that I keep coming back, yeah I'm stuck in a moment that wasn't meant to last.
No matter how I try to, can't deny it, you don't even know that I still miss you, I still care about you, though everything's been said and done. I still feel you like I'm right beside you... but still no word from you.

Thursday, August 02, 2007

Stuck and broken

The pieces of my heart are missing you...
I am not fine.
I still miss you, 'cause deep inside me I know that I was quite sure I wanted you, your way of life, for me.
And it hurts me to know that I will never have it.
It's not that I lost something that I had... it is that I will never have what I wanted.
And, believe me, this kind of certainty doesn't come very often.
I now understand that wisdom phrase Clint Eastwood says in "The bridges of Madison"... and I think it's really true.
Just one final question in the air... if I had to understand that the real love is the one that lasts long after it ends, why did I had to learn it with you?