viernes, 27 de septiembre de 2013

nada de gerard, nada de frank.


kiss me hard before you go
bésame antes de partir
summertime sadness
tristeza veraniega



-She's just like... you know, there. like waiting for something.
-You think so? I mean, what's she waiting for?
-What do i know dude? -he seemed angry.

I knew what she was waiting for. But I couldn't tell him. It wasn't what I was supposed to do. I was there to listen. Maybe to give him some hints. But tell him? With no effort from his part?

-So you two don't talk anymore? -I asked, already knowing the answer. I was just teasing him I guess.
-No.
-What happened? -he didnt' answer- So one day you stopped talking each other and that's it? Seems a little stupid, huh?
-Actually it was right after I realized I fucking like her.