I was in the winter of my life, and the man I met along the road was my only summer. Memories of him are the only thing that sustained me, and my only real happy times. When the people I used to know found out what I had been doing, how I had been living, they asked me why. But there is no use in talking to people who have a home, they have no idea what it is like to seek safety in other people, for home to be wherever you lied your head.
Amantes del chocolate.
20.12.13
Unconditionally
Mientras sepas aprender a dejar pasar lo que pasan son mis ganas. No espero ni olvido.
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