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At work :) (Taken with instagram)
Missing the beach sooo baaad! (Taken with instagram)
I love people who bring me alcoholic beverages at night. (Taken with instagram)
Wine and other drugs! (Taken with instagram)
It looks even better at night with a small torch of fire on four sides of the pool. Gosh. :) (Taken with instagram)
I hear those birds chirping the whoooole day I can’t believe I’m really at work! (Taken with instagram)
Ice cold Coca-cola <3 (Taken with instagram)
Riding on the city’s main artery, the Metro Train. (Taken with instagram)
Love.
I place my hand around my neck and I could feel my carotid artery beat steadily. I close my eyes and think of you. Will you hear me if I say your name loud enough and long enough like a chant of prayer on my lips? Will you feel my heartache over the fact that we could not be together because we chose not to? Will you love me if we had met at a different time, at another phase in our lives? It’s been a while and we have met other people. But my thoughts always went back to you. Your impertinence and your imperfections and everything that I did not like about you seemed insignificant now. I’m no martyr. Fact is, I don’t want you to be happy. I want you to suffer, the way I am suffering right now, exactly how I am suffering right now. I want you to think of me, day and night, to realize that there will never ever be anyone else who could replace me. I hate you because when I tried to place a dot between us, you laced a vertical line on top of it to make it an exclamation mark, telling me that, yes, you don’t want us anymore.
And I am heartbroken. But I can breathe. I can still see, feel, smell, hear. I can still move, walk, run if I have to. I can run from you. And thoughts of you may chase me, but believe me, in time, everything fades away, helped by the wind that layer by layer, peels off all of the memories we had.
The Daily Stuff
I would like to have a house by the beach one day. I would like to travel. I would like to be able to buy the things I want, eat the food I like, wear the clothes I find fascinating. I would like to be free from society’s norms. I would like to wear heels whenever I feel like it. I would like to laugh out loud, even in a room full of strangers. I would like to take photos whenever, wherever, however, all the time. I would like to feel the wind blowing in my face, like a caress from my mother. I would like to walk in wet ground, cold, happy, happy and cold. There are so many things I would like to do but most of all, I would like to be loved and I would like to love.
A Confession
I know that, at another time, our love could be something so good. The kind that grows in time, the one that burns steadily, a confident kind of love. Sure and secured. Mature and kind.
But something that began wrong, will always be wrong.
So let me do the right thing. Here I am, my arms are wide open, my heart is scared, but you are free to go.
Go to the one who owned you first.
