It’s all about this

{ 21 January, 2009 @ 10:27 pm } · { Texts }
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Like the song would say “This is real, this is life“:

” It’s all about your own heart, about who you let in and how much you let them take over it.

How much you allow someone to be held responsible of making you happy or how much this someone has from your heart, just because you decided you would let them.

It’s about taking care of yourself, of your own heart and your own happiness, ‘cause after a while you get to realize that not everybody you let in is really supposed to be there or is willing to help you, or willing to really deserve this small [or even big] piece of your heart.

It’s about growing up, about learning to deal with people.

Learning that we might create obstacles when we are close of getting something because we know that’s exactly what we wished for, thinking we would never have it, but when we finally get it, it scares us. 

It’s about having tears on our pillow every single night for weeks, but being able of understand the lessons all this tears are supposed to teach us.

It’s about a new day, a new attitude, with a broken, but a little wiser, heart.”

 

 

21.01.09 – 00:38

 

 

*Sorry is not good enough – Mc Fly

Disappointing

{ 20 September, 2007 @ 1:22 am } · { Uncategorized }
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I guess there’s nothing else I could say about what someone I cared has been doing:

“Is disappointing to see that you’re worse than I ever thought you could be. I’ve tried to give you another chance, a chance that you seemed to want, but that you decided to throw away. That was your easier way, run out of the country, to start a new life, to be somebody you couldn’t be here, God’s knows why is that. We didn’t burn the things you wanted to, letters and stuffs, but you burned something by yourself, the best far away friendship you could have.Just because you didn’t knew how is like to be “loved” by a friend. Not someone who wants to be your girlfriend or anything close to it, but your friend. I guess it was hard for you to realize that someone could actually care about you that way. Everybody has problems, everybody is different, but there’s always, at least ONE person, who doesn’t care, someone that can “ignore” it ‘cause she knows who you truly are. That’s why I cared about you, that’s why I gave you a second chance before you left and a humiliating third chance by trying to be honest with you about it.

The worst part as far as I can see, is that I lost you, but you didn’t lost me ‘cause I know who my best friend used to be and to see that I didn’t know who you truly are, just who you seemed to be. Sad”.

 At least I’m honest. At least I say the truth instead of pretending nothing is going on.

/kisses to those who deserve them ;]

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