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miércoles, febrero 20, 2008
meoemoemeoemoeemo

Why, this is so weird, so strange.

I've thought of begging. Asking you to not take away something from me, because, because.

I still haven't felt your skin against mine. Haven't touched your lips with the tip of my fingers like it was something delicate and precious, haven't held your hand just to feel secure and tell you that I am afraid of losing you. Haven't seen my reflection in your eyes and haven't kissed your cheek really slowly just to hug you for a long time, and feel like that moment should last forever. And you still haven't made me feel like time stops. Haven't held my body as if I was some kind of porcelain doll, haven't made fun of my cheeks after whispering pretty words in my ear. You haven't watched me sleep, I still don't know how does your face looks like when you dream and haven't been able to think -as I watch you- "what are you dreaming about? is it me? is it someone else?" and try not to wake you up with a kiss in your forehead. You still haven't loved me and I am afraid.

I am afraid to wither in my vase. To decay in my fishbowl and only dream floating upside down, never being able to open my eyes again.

I said the ocean was really vast, and in fact, it is. For now I am drowning, I want to get out but I can't move. I am paralyzed...

Take me out...

I am scared.

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