To 6806 km from you.
... Some people write, dance or talk beautiful, but you... My dear, you exist beautiful.
Thursday, August 15, 2013
Without happy endings or sad endings. Without ends.
It hurts to feel your breath a few times in a year in the knowledge that perhaps, is the last time I can feel it.
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