Little girl, naive, shy and awfully romantic.
He taught me how to do bullshit. How to make bubbles with gum, how to shout crude songs in toilets, how to love in silence.
He could be my lover, if I dared to open my mouth. I've learned that often one word is more worthy than the rest of the world, that one move is enough.
I had no trust, no faith anymore in myself.
Anyway, we grew together, in the same pot.
He was my brother.
He was my soulmate.
He was my spinal column.
I used to like his sweety voice. Like a pillow to quiet my muddled mind. To muffle my sharp-edged cries. To wipe my tears away. To make me feel less alone.
He was almost some of a part of myself.
When I passed him in the street, last Monday, ten years gone; I desperately noted that I had changed so much.
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L'art de séparer les choses inutiles en deux :)
GodSchizo, Posté le jeudi 27 septembre 2007 06:00
nan mais comment ça t'est venu ???
(par contre, on dit "to be worth it" et pas "to worth it")