domingo, 28 de agosto de 2011



Dear my love, how are you?
I have been thinking about you.
I write this letter knowing it will probably never reach you. 
Many days as cold as winter nights have passed since that time.
My weakness and the way in which I hurt you dissapear into the darkness.
I know we cannot turn back the clock and return,
I believe that not meeting you signifies my last love.
I will never forget the tenderness you showed me. 
You live on in each new day. 
Your memory brightens the sky.
Don't hate me, Don't become sad because of me. 
That is all I ask. 
I opened the window today and saw a myriad of flowers blooming. 
I thank you from the bottom of my heart.
Thank you.
To say goodbye is like being a small lost child again.
Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye. Goodbye.



No hay comentarios:

Publicar un comentario