Someone just kill this desire of running around in circles screaming why! She thought...

Why do I look at your picture?
Why do I torture myself with questions?
Endless questions...
About what it is, what it should have been...
About what never was and will never be.
Why do I imagine you in my life?
You, I saw twice... whose voice I don't even remember, even though we spoke for hours...
That blond beard, disrespectful!

She looks at a picture of a stranger and realizes she is a freak.
Is there love at first sight?
Why does it feel so right? She thinks... but that´s all she can do. He lives far far away.
The end.


Denise Portes disse…
Gosto muito de viajar na sua viagem.
Um beijo

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