Quiero pasar todos los días de mi vida a tu lado. Nada, absolutamente nada, vale más la pena que tú. Te amo, no quiero estar ni un segundo sin ti. Quiero estar siempre contigo.
Friday, July 17, 2015
Monday, July 13, 2015
Pefume.
Mi almohada huele a perfume, pero no el tuyo. A decir verdad ... creo que no recuerdo como es el tuyo.
Vacations.
I miss you. It does cheer me up a little bit that you're coming soon, but you'll be leaving again before I even have the chance to make up for the time away. I hate being like this. I wish we could be together more often. It saddens me that when we're supposed to have more time for each other, we hardly spend it together. And it's not like I don't want to go, there no way I'd say that because I know you really enjoy it, but ... I'm left alone. I don't know if you feel the way I do, I don't think so. I don't know if you miss me like I do, unbearably sometimes. I wish you said so, I wish you missed me.
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