thank it's good to know that I didn't just make a compete fool outta myself!
here's a...well a reflection, and it would be Willow without Tara
Here I am, in a bleak station to think bleak thoughts.
I must say that thinking of who I was before meeting you, it clutches my heart.
This same heart that now beats strong in my chest, this same heart that three years ago beated just for you.
And it still beats for you. Non-stopping.
Even though sometimes I wish that it just stopped beating,
that it would let me a truce from that constant thumping that reminds me of you.
Because my heart, when it thumps, it sings.
Always the same thing.
Tara.
Then I always have this name on my mind.
And every time I think of you for me it's living another life.
Begin everything all over again.
Stupid mistakes that brought me to live the worst time of my life.
It has been a period from which I was changed,
I was no more the happy and carefree girl I was once.
I become a mature woman who, behind her happiness hides all her shyness showed when she hid her feelings,
who by her talkativeness wants to make up for all the things that she didn't say.
I need love. Not the fraternal, motherly, fatherly love.
Passional love, the one that overwhelms, the one that destroys.
Because I won't be destroyed.
My life begins and ends in our Love.
The one that overwhelms, the one that destroys.
The one that destroyed me.
