The things are not the same since the last post...

Mi life is... different month by month, day by day...

Now, at the moment, I'm writting about changes, about my new life. 10 minutes ago, I was writting about him, about the person who changes my mind, who changes my world.

I miss him. I miss a lot of things that I could learn next to him. But he is not here for me. He lied me, and it is hurting me all the time.

The truth is that I don't want fuck him, not kiss him, not ... love him...
I only need his words, his... arms... his... eyes looking for me...


By th way, this is not real. This has not been real anytime.
I like believe it...