terça-feira, 22 de novembro de 2011

Dear X,
"I've heard that you settled down, that you found a girl and you're married now. I heard that your dreams came true, guess she gave you things I didn't give to you. Old friend, why are you so shy? Ain't like you to hold back, or hide from life. I hate to turn up out of the blue uninvited but I couldn't stay away, I couldn't fight it. I'd hoped you'd see my face and that you'd be reminded that for me it isn't over. Never mind I'll (never) find someone like you, I wish nothing but the best for you two. Don't forget me, I beg. I remember you said, sometimes it last in love but sometimes it hurts instead. You'd know how the times flies, only you. Yesterday was the time of our lifes. We were born and raised in a summer haze, bound by the surprise of our glory days. (...) Nothing compares no worries or cares. Regrets and mistakes their memories make. Who would know now bitter-sweet this would taste."
With love, Daniela.