We stopped talking a few days ago and all I can think about is “I can’t remember our last kiss” which is pathetic, but… the last time we were together and happy, I want to be able to remember, and… I can’t baby. I can’t remember the last time we kissed, because you never think the last time is the last time, you think there’ll be more, you think you have forever but you don’t. I don’t know if it was a subtle kiss, soft, kind of like a habit, you know like we’d do it every day for the rest of our lives. Or if it was so beautiful that it felt like forever, those type of kisses that are used in special occasions and when we made up. But either way it certainly was a kiss that I didn’t expect it to be the last. I wish one day, I could remember that special kiss, baby, I really do.
Lo mejor del mundo entero sin duda.
Hay cosas que nunca entenderé…
Y la vida confunde demostrarnos las cosas con tirarnos de cara al suelo. Y hablo del amor.
Que lo bonito no es ver el amanecer, lo bonito es verlo a tu lado.