Para quererte, para abrazarte, para hacerte sonreir. Es tanto, y es nada... queda tanto por recorrer, juntos. Por conocer, quiero memorizar cada rincón de ti. Tu olor. Tu sabor. He aprendido a querer, a llorar. A escuchar mi corazón latiendo con el tuyo.
sus palabras me persiguen, no puedo escapar. ¡dimelo! joder, que quiero respirar... ¿no lo ves? mi sonrisa más sincera, mi lágrima más triste, son tuyas... dime, ¿qué te dice el corazón?
Hoy es uno de esos días en los que el viento no sopla a tu favor.
Pero me he levantado, he sonreído con todas mis fuerzas y he dibujado flores solo para mí, solo para tí..
"What was the point of going any farther? Nothing lingered here. Nothing more than the memories that I could have called back whenever I wanted to, if I was ever willing to endure the corresponding pain- the pain that had me now, had me cold. There was nothing special about this place without him."
[...]"Why do you do that?" he asked. He tugged lightly at one of my arms, which was bound around my chest, and then gave up when it wouldn't come loose easily. I hadn't even realized I'd moved them. "You do that when you're upset. Why?" "It hurts to think about them," I whispered. "It's like I can't breathe...like I'm breaking into pieces..." It was bizarre how much I could tell him now. We had no more secrets.[...]