Sunday, February 21, 2010

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The day when the dream ended.

Hello shorty! (I felt a xuxa now). Here is the @ imnotadoll but the pin , THIS HAS OOOOOOK Tosca. Came another Sunday again and I do not know what to post. Àáâãäåæ congratulations to me! Well, as I do not know what to post, I'll post a text that I did, love is more sad, is more beautiful s2s2





The Day that the dream is over

That girl lover of dreams, life, feelings and the sun one day, felt a tightness in the heart. That was just a proof of love.
She understood the theory of Platonism, since he felt an impossible love, so he was getting stronger. And to her, the sunshine was like the eyes of his beloved: dazzling everyone around and charmed the days of his life.
So she
lived his dream. A dream for two. In it, there was laughter, secrets, joy, pain, finally, a shared life, as two bodies that make one soul, united by the most beautiful feeling.
On the day her heart sank, she recalled that he would never see his beloved. Thus, a sad tear rolled his eyes, ran his face empty of expression and died on his lips, making the girl feel the pain that henceforth he would live. The pain of love, the deepest pain that a person can feel. Tears, another form of love.
pain That took care of the girl, ran their guts, squeeze out your feelings, your heart hurt. She closed her eyes, hoping to find the eyes of his one great love of their meeting, when opened. His hope was another proof of love.

The greatest proof of love was that she never opened her eyes. All over for her. Science has never learned to explain the poor dreamer died, since there is no diagnosis, treatment or cure for the pain of love. That was the day that The dream is over.




The dream is over and my post also beijosssssss \u0026lt;3

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