some words about XX life

97 0 0
                                    

"I don't need someone to flatter me everytime , i don't need someone to tell me million promises , i don't need someone who can camouflage lies through kisses , i don't need someone to say " I love you " without coming from the heart .
What i need is somebody who understand my dire situation , who speaks little but act meaningfully , who listens to my lamentation every time in down , who can put a smile to my face thought my body is tired , who can make me feel easy when my world seems overloaded .
I need someone who'll make me calm when i'am succumbed with pressures , who can turn my problem to a mere challenge and not a burden , who would whisper i need you because he will make me feel i am much needed"
Wrotten in some yellow pages by an invisible handwriting , in a shelf full of old book , in a shelf full of mastetpieces .
And for sure you are guessing who she is talking about in her diary , maybe about a charming boyfriend ( i don't want to use the word "perfect" for her powerfull meaning ) , anyways i'am going to tell because you likely have some other occupation and its not the right time for guessing , she is talking about needing a mother...

She was named by Suzana by the couple who adopted her but she want the name XX because she don't know what her biological mother named her .
Even thought she didn't have the chance to meet her mother , she really loved her and still love her , she didn't even know where her mother where buried so she can put flowers on her grave every week and tell her stories and after all of that she didn't blame her for leaving her alone , in a world empty of mercy and love in a world where she found herself lost , because she know she were obliged to.
Even thought she were adopted by nice poeple but that doesn't mean she was happy with her life . She is the mysterious girl in the class who sits in the last without speaking any word , she is the only girl who don't care about her look ; boys ; talks .
Everybody know about the scars and cuts in her arms but they don't know about her story.

waiting for tomorrowWhere stories live. Discover now