Mais tempo
"Tempo de buscar e tempo de perder; tempo de guardar e tempo de deitar fora" Eclesiastes 3: 6 He won't be here anymore. He is not in my life anymore; he already wasn't a log time, just now I realize. He is not on my msn any longer, he is not on my facebook. It was better this way. I couldn't take any longer his presence there. When he was online, I almost sufocated because I couldn't talk to him, I couldn't talk about my feelings... now, they are just sadness, sorrow and hate. I'd like to do something to bother him, to disturb him, but I can't. I just can't. He is not here any longer. I don't listen to his voice, his laugh... his body is no longer on my reach, at my disposal... I don't complain about it, I'm tired. I just took the right decision: to take him off my life because he already did that with me, a long time ago... I'm nothing to him and I hope one day he doens't bother my heart anymore. I think ...