I've learned that people forget what you did and what you said, but they will never forget the way you made them feel.He had to go and be perfect...he showed me what life is all about, made me who I am. His arms felt like home, his words had the power to change my day, his lips tasted like wine, his body was so full of history...an history of someone great. Love was all his soul. We were at the top of the world, so full of dreams and plans. I don't know whether to be thankfull for this experience or if end up to be the cause why I'm so fucked up. The truth is that getting over him was quite easy but I never managed to get over the way he made feel. I'll be waiting for it for as long as it takes because that tasted like pure hapiness...it felt so right. How would I ever forget it when my all my body, all my soul calls for it again...I want some more of that drug he gave me to taste but I can't find it anywhere...No one should held alone such power. I can not but just wait for it...For all it's worth.
R.
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