vineri, 25 ianuarie 2013

I was afraid not to loose the sense of loving. But it happened. It make no sense now. The worst is that I'm not even mad about it. I'm in such a 'being quite good' behaviour. Weird. If anything has no sense, then even love has no sense. Now is good. I guess. I'm wondering for how long.

M.

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