And so I understood I was not meant for love.
It was a feeling I could not share with someone, but only suffer from it.
I resigned myself to this fate, locked myself away in my room and stayed there, silently thinking... lost in my own solitude.
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It may be just a literary self or your own imprssions about love...it doesn´t really matter: I agree with both.
ReplyDeleteI liked your style, Gus. I hope I can read your poems and novels someday.
Dark (and bloody) kisses!