Loving him is like driving a new Maserati down a dead-end street, faster than the wind, passionate as sin, ending so suddenly.
Loving him is like trying to change your mind once you’re already flying through the free fall… Like the colors in autumn, so bright just before they lose it all.
Touching him was like realizing all you ever wanted, was right there in front of you. Memorizing him was as easy as knowing all the words to your old favorite song.
Fighting with him was like trying to solve a crossword and realizing there’s no right answer. Regretting him was like wishing you never found out that love could be that strong.
Remembering him comes in flashbacks and echoes. Tell myself it’s time now, gotta let go, but moving on from him is impossible when I still see it all in my head. ♥
Todas las mañanas del mundo y esta angustia barata…
El reloj que amenaza y retrasa y la falta que haces en la casa.
Cada cosa que no decís porque te esta haciendo daño…
En el nombre de mi desengaño, a la noche te extraño, te extraño.
Ésto de no poder decidir entre quererte u odiarte. Entre dejarte ir de una vez o esperar a que algo cambie… Me va a volver loca!