And at any moment, all my pieces could shatter and break. It's always easier to blame other people, isn't it? It would be easy to say that he did this to me, that he became such a part of my soul, that his departure from my life sent me spiraling out of control. And maybe to an extent that's true. There's no doubt that I gave my heart to a boy who ran so far away with it that I'm not sure it will ever really come back. But to put all that blame on him would be naive, and I would never want to flatter him in that way. The truth is, I was broken before he came barrelling into my life. And now that he's gone, I'm just one step closer to shattering. My problem isn't making someone else fall in love with me, it's falling in love with myself. I've struggled for years to be happy with who I am, and I made the mistake of letting someone else try to make me happy, make me more alive. But how can I blame someone for falling out of love with me, when I have never even loved myself?
Wednesday, 26 May 2010
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Believe me, hearts are like good old dogs. They always find their way back home. Some of them find them selves lost for a long time, while other show up in a matter of minutes, but all of them always manage to find their way back home. One day you'll open the door of your house, to go get the paper, go to work or just to sit at your porsche and see how time goes by, and you'll find it sitting there, shaking its tail.
Ahora si, nada... speechless. Sos genial escribiendo y es todo muy cierto. Te quiero muchisimo nanu
We're like Crystal, we break easy..
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