jueves, 9 de febrero de 2012

So many things I would ask you to change and you would not take you breath away. I remember this time, that moment, those friends, I remember your hand beneath mine and you lips making me touch the sky. I hope you still remember it too. If dark should be a bright colour or light blue shouldn't exist I shouldn't be living around you after the years. With your company, feeling happy and complete...Can I miss a place so much? Missing. Missing the space where my body replace the air, around your arms. Feeling. The absence of the sweet words my ears hear. Wanting. A delicate touch against my hand. Misdealing your laugh towards my jokes. Missing me missing you!

Living in other centuries for moments have never been so wonderfull