A culpa das estrelas junto para sempre
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É primavera, um ano depois da partida dde Augustus Waters, o grande amor da minha vida ,um amor que eu nem sabia que era capaz de sentir,eu o amei,amei até seu último segundo.
Eu só conseguia pensar no quanto eu queria aqueles olhos azuis me olhando de novo ‚nas suas falas metafóricas (e um pouco bobas) ao mesmo tempo.
Lembro do dia em que o conheci no grupo de apoio, lembro de tudo,do pequeno infinito que construimos juntos. Lembro como se fosse ontem daquele viagem para Amsterdã,ah aquela viagem, tantos momentos eu só queria poder viver isso novamente mesmo que fossem por apenas alguns míseros minutos,por que com ele ,o tempo passava de uma forma diferente.
Eu até tentei desabafar com Isaac ,mas logo ele começou a chorar ,e eu o acompanhei,e ele também estava muito ocupado como a Rachel nova namorada dele.
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