Faded Fantasy3 читателя тэги

Darling, I'll grow weary, happy still with just the memory of your face.

I want to fill my mouth with your name.

Depth is remembering how your touch feels five years later.

She needed to be needed so she could feel she wasn’t just idly standing by, utterly helpless.

I want to be someone you can't just lose interest in so easily. Someone you want to be around. Someone you want to experience.

I began to draw an invisible boundary between myself and other people. No matter who I was dealing with. I maintained a set distance, carefully monitoring the person's attitude so that they wouldn't get to closer.I didn't easyly swallow what other people told me. My own passions were books and music.

He’s more myself than I am. Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.