One day you wake up and you realize your best friend, seems far far away from you. But you have no time to talk, 'cause you wake up late and she doesn't.
Always working, always worried about work.
And you start to realize you don't talk anymore, you don't think the same way although you always liked differents things.
And you wonder how this happens so fast in so little time.
And time passes, and you got separate physically and didn't do anything to get closer even with so many ways to comunicate.
And when you try to comunicate, instaed talking we exchange charges.
But you don't know how to start. You don't know what to say... you don't how this happened. Where is the felling? Where is our friendship?...where to start? how to start?
So many questions.
A grande verdade do século Joana... percebes ao menos a diferença do ser que arrasta ao ser que luta pelo o que é seu??
ResponderEliminarax. Barcelana
É verdade. Talvez eu ande a atrasar ou arrastar, mas como disse não sei por onde pegar, tu afastaste-te e eu não percebi o porquê. Posso ter mudado alguma coisa em mim, mas não acredito que tenha mudado para pior.
ResponderEliminarNeste momento acho que o tempo vai ser o melhor conselheiro.