This recalls a mixture of :
The hope in sunny days after a series of almost endless rainy days, which still contained their own. The beauty of the blending. Our consequent roadtrips to the country. The ache of the distance. My own joy when every picture had to be revealed by the camera, hoping to overcome the distance. The novelty. The idea of everything, which was always, only my own.
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por qué hace tantísimo que no cuelgas fotos en tu flickr?
Just a few seconds ago I left you a very important message in a place where It will surely reach you... but I also know this cannot just reach you; these words cannot just enter your brain through your eyelids. They have to go through your nose into your brian stem, into your stomach through your teeth, they have to smear your heart with everything I feel for it.
They have to clarify this mess of a thing right away, and they must assure you I love you more than you'll ever know... so I came here, to this other place that is dear to you, and I'll also put these words here because here's where I've read yours before and here I have left all sorts of bits of all the love that I feel for you scattered in every minute I've spent roaming this pages. If this is not the place I'll try elsewhere for I only wanted to profess something I have come to realize and I feel it's urgent.
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posted by @donferno
diego fernández
Tonight, my sole intention was to let you know I can't stand the thought of a life without you; without you there is no me.
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I love you Eleanore, my dear.
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