not get sleep tonight ... and I am still here thinking of something that I know too well, and is called the past that will not go away .. look sleepless sleep that never comes, right ...
hurts me to think, to think too much about what is already gone, to what has already been ...
what has not changed ... and that will never change for me, because he had to go so lonely life ...
for days I think I should write a letter, a letter for me, and write in that letter that I can not even say to myself ... but then I think that I would not even dare to hold it on a computer ... imagine what could be written and ... to whom and how to write it.
certain things you do not have the courage to tell you who you should already own just because you know that the same people do not understand the content ... and this is the most limiting thing of all.
and why then her face so sweet it makes me so badly?
