quarta-feira, 7 de abril de 2010

" I pass him in the hall and my heart skips a beat. I get an uneasy feeling as he smiles. I give an artificial smile back, something that I have perfected. A smile that says «I miss you» in such a way that he can't understand. As he glides by, I wonder if he ever thinks about how we were. He walks out of my view and I go on with my day, wondering how things might have been. "

Sabes, é sempre assim. Todos os dias. Mais do que possas imaginar.

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1 comentário:

Ana Monteiro disse...

Inês *-*

Em relação às etiquetas... Tens o teu blog nos modelos "normais" do blogger?