miércoles, 20 de abril de 2011

Hope.

I remember last time, it was a beautiful afternoon, but I don't want that, I want a cloudy day, only with you and your smile, I'd like the sky to cry, to rain, to be sad while we are laughing, I want everything with you.
It's not usual, but also, not unusual. I love you, more than you expect.

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