La danza è una poesia dove ogni movimento è una parola.

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12 de octubre de 2011

Rumi y Momo.

Ayer fui a comer con Rumi-chan y Momo-chan 
a un restaurante de comida coreana.


Disfrutamos mucho del almuerzo, y estuve desahogándome mucho con ellas...


What hurts the most...


I can take the rain on the roof of this empty house, that don’t bother me. I can take a few tears now and then and just let them out, I’m not afraid to cry every once in a while. Even though going on with you gone still upsets me there are days every now and again I pretend I’m ok, but that’s not what gets me.

It’s hard to deal with the pain of losing you everywhere I go, but I’m doin’ it. It’s hard to force that smile when I see our old friends and I’m alone, still Harder getting up, getting dressed, livin’ with this regret. But I know if I could do it over, I would trade give away all the words that I saved in my heart that I left unspoken.

What hurts the most was being so close and having so much to say, and watching you walk away and never knowing what could have been, and not seeing that loving you is what I was tryin’ to do...


(Siento no estar actualizando mucho últimamente, necesito un tiempo para mi... Para pensar y relajarme. Prometo cambiar mi estado de ánimo pronto. ♥)