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- I still see you, sometimes. I still see you, sometimes. I see you in the crowd, I hear you in other people's words, I feel you in other people's hugs. You deteled every single proof of my existence from your life. Do you ever think of me? I hear you whispering my name. I see you tenderly smiling at me. I feel you caressing my skin. I was the one who put an end to it. Do you hate me? I hope I will see another you in the crowd one day, and hear other wonderful words, and feel another warmth in someone else's body. I hope you are happy now. Do you ever regret it? I thought it would have been easier; it was my choice. That goodbye didn't just break you; it ripped off every remaining part of my heart. But I am my priority, I had to make a decision and I chose me. I still look for you in the crowd, though. I still hear you in other people's voices. I still try to feel you in other people's hugs.November 15, 201400
Tonight I love you more than usual
Tonight I can't stop thinking about us.
I think about the day I first met you and how spontaneously you smiled at me. I think about your play station, and how much time we spent playing it together. The book you gave me, the stories you wrote to me, all the frozen pizzas we ate when we slept together and you didn't feel like cooking.
I can cast my mind back over your departure, and I can distinctly feel my heart beating when I see you running towards me at the airport one month later. I can come back to those days in Holland, and feel the pain we hid.
I can imagine myself in your room, and I can see you reading a book or watching one of your favourite movies you wanted me to watch together; and I hate myself for not having watched them with you.
I hate all those moments when we argued while playing Mortal Kombat, all those moments I should have kissed you and told you "I'm sorry, forgive me" instead of being crossed with you.
Nevertheless it doesn't matter anymore, because I'm here writing on this fucking pc, while you are probably with other girls.
I had you and then I lost you, and then I had you and I lost you again.
Tonight I can't stop thinking about us.
Tonight I love you more than usual.0 votedNovember 15, 20140- Tonight I love you more than usual Tonight I can't stop thinking about us. I think about the day I first met you and how spontaneously you smiled at me. I think about your play station, and how much time we spent playing it together. The book you gave me, the stories you wrote to me, all the frozen pizzas we ate when we slept together and you didn't feel like cooking. I can cast my mind back over your departure, and I can distinctly feel my heart beating when I see you running towards me at the airport one month later. I can come back to that days in Holland, and feel the pain we hid. I can imagine myself in your room, and I can see you reading a book or watching one of your favourite movies you wanted me to watch together; and I hate myself for not having watched them with you. I hate all those moments when we argued while playing Mortal Kombat, all those moments I should have kissed you and told you "I'm sorry, forgive me" instead of being crossed with you. Nevertheless it doesn't matter anymore, because I'm here writing on this fucking pc, while you are probably with other girls. I had you and then I lost you, and then I had you and I lost you again. Tonight I can't stop thinking about us. Tonight I love you more than usual.October 1, 201222
- Do english writers use slang in their books ? I'm asking this because I'm reading "Lord of the Flies" by William Golding and I found some grammar mistakes such as "When we was coming down I looked through one of them windows" or "This is what the tube done", and I'm a little confused.July 20, 201250
