Do you know? I'm not wrong, but I'm not well. I was viewing photos on tumblr and one in particular caught my attention: a summer love. Unfortunately I have not had any. As I have not had a teenage love. Feel, yeah, I have felt. But it was never mine. Neither the 14 or 15 or at 16 or 17. It is not something I seem pathetic, but sad ... sad that my first kiss was at 18 years, and my longest relationship has been through of a computer screen. Is that I do not deserve it? I believe in love more than anything else. I live for love. It's my fucking oxygen! But love never live for me ... and I'm very tired. Tired of waiting for something that never comes, something that I see as impossible. Running out to have hope or illusion, I will not let dream more. I am of those who live by love, and that if they do not die. When I'm in love I am the happiest person in the world, but when I'm not the world I come. I feel incomplete. Already
I do not care if a man or a woman. I just want love. I'm always advocating love but is there really? Because even I have not had the pleasure of meeting in full.
it is not waking up next to somebody, kiss me till I hurt your lips, feel his weight on top of me naked, I come home and find me fired, I give flowers or send me an Message goodnight. See a movie in my room and we can not finish it, I dry the tears and tell me now, these beautiful ... me plenty of pictures and post them on my cork, to sing and when we hear our song went crazy ...
I do not care if a man or a woman. I just want love. I'm always advocating love but is there really? Because even I have not had the pleasure of meeting in full.
it is not waking up next to somebody, kiss me till I hurt your lips, feel his weight on top of me naked, I come home and find me fired, I give flowers or send me an Message goodnight. See a movie in my room and we can not finish it, I dry the tears and tell me now, these beautiful ... me plenty of pictures and post them on my cork, to sing and when we hear our song went crazy ...
are so many things I do not know about this feeling and so many long for, the day arrives that does not begin to live first.
I love you, my love.
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