Memory is a funny thing. When I was in the scene I hardly paid it any mind. I never stopped to think of it as something that would make a lasting impression certainly never imagined that eighteen years later I would recall it in such detail. I didnt give a damn about the scenery that day. I was thinking about myself. I was thinking about the beautiful girl walking next to me. I was thinking about the two of us together and then about myself again. It was the age that time of life when every sight every feeling every thought came back like a boomerang to me. And worse I was in love. Love with complications. The scenery was the last thing on my mind.
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Maybe its just hiding somewhere. Or gone on a trip to come home. But falling in love is always a pretty crazy thing. It might appear out of the blue and just grab you. Who knows maybe even tomorrow.
Ive been lonely for so long. And Ive been hurt so deeply. If only I could have met you again a long time ago then I wouldnt have had to take all these detours to get here.Tengo shook his head. I dont think so. This way is just fine. This is exactly the right time. For both of us. ... We needed that much time.... to understand how lonely we really were.
So thats how we live our lives. No matter how deep and fatal theloss no matter how important the thing thats stolen from us - thatssnatched right out of our hands - even if we are left completelychanged with only the outer layer of skin from before we continue toplay out our lives this way in silence. We draw ever nearer to theend of our allotted span of time bidding it farewell as it trails offbehind. Repeating often adroitly the endless deeds of the everyday. Leaving behind a feeling of insurmountable emptiness...Maybe in some distant place everything is already quietly lost.Or at least there exists a silent place where everything candisappear melting together in a single overlapping figure. And aswe live our lives we discover - drawing toward us the thin threadsattached to each - what has been lost. I closed my eyes and tried tobring to mind as many beautiful lost things as I could. Drawing themcloser holding on to them. Knowing all the while that their livesare fleeting.
Quizs aun no te comprenda. Pero con un poco de tiempo llegar a entenderte. Y no habr nadie en el mundo que te comprenda mejor que yo.
Being with her I feel a pain like a frozen knife stuck in my chest. An awful pain but the funny thing is Im thankful for it. Its like that frozen pain and my very existence are one.The pain is an anchor mooring me here.
Im tired of living unable to love anyone. I dont have a single friend - not one. And worst of all I cant even love myself. Why is that Why cant I love myself Its because I cant love anyone else. A person learns how to love himself through the simple acts of loving and being loved by someone else. Do you understand what I am saying A person who is incapable of loving another cannot properly love himself.
Most things are forgotten over time. Even the war itself the life-and-death struggle people went through is now like something from the distant past. Were so caught up in our everyday lives that events of the past are no longer in orbit around our minds. There are just too many things we have to think about everyday too many new things we have to learn. But still no matter how much time passes no matter what takes place in the interim there are some things we can never assign to oblivion memories we can never rub away. They remain with us forever like a touchstone.
Sometimes I get real lonely sleeping with you.
I have a million things to talk to you about. All I want in this world is you. I want to see you and talk. I want the two of us to begin everything from the beginning.