sábado, 2 de febrero de 2013

Sometimes I think we just create some limits and, when we step over these lines, we can never go back and pretend to be like before. All the things that felt so right at the beggining just feel odd when trust is broken, and even if we try to ignore it there's something reminding us that the magic is already gone. Maybe it is as simple as this: very high expectations and the desire of seeing the people we care about as we want them to be. And when we open our eyes, we feel betrayed.
That's why I think I'm gonna put some distance between us now and I'll let time do it's job. Because I'm afriad we'll step over lines again and again, until we are so far that it wolud be impossible to find our way back. Things won't be like before, they can be worse, or better, or just different, but I'm sure it's still better than ruining it all now just like two kids trying to win at all cost.



Respira, espera.
Aixeca't sense pressa.
Inspira, refés-te.
La vida, el món t'esperen.



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