terça-feira, 16 de agosto de 2011

« I loved him with all my heart. Damn it, I still love him with all my heart. There's no use in denying what's obvious. The feelings he gave me were completely different from everything I ever felt before or after him. I never, not once, felt more utterly complete and close to perfection than when I was with him. There was no way to undo what had been done and, more than that, there was no desire to do so. He was unforgivable. He was unerasable. He was my life. Damn it, he's still my life. He's the love of my life. And he always will be. »

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