He's gone. After all we been through, he just passed away from me without looking back. It was so cold, he was cold... I don't know what I did. All we got together was so perfect... or maybe it was perfect because I created things. I created his love. But the thing is that I didn't creat my love, it was real. So real that people have seen my fool "in love face" many times while I was with him. They warned me but I wasn't listening to them, because my heart was full with him or, at least, I thought it was.
VOCÊ ESTÁ LENDO
A paixão do Vento
Teen FictionUma menina perdida em um meio tão conhecido por ela. Se eu estou bem? Não sei, acho que a melhor pergunta seria se eu ja estive bem, ou melhor, se alguém já esteve bem. Pessoas mentem até para si mesmas, afinal, o que é estar bem de verdade? Um diár...
