Every day I remember her, has not passed even one that did not. For a comment, an image, for a moment, being alone or around people. No matter who is busy or does not have anything to do. Every day I remember her.
When things go well, I would like to share with her and when they go wrong echo miss his wise counsel, his shit to fart and encouragement. Being awake
I managed to control my thoughts. I only mention, but I have a conversation of it (it hurts me too). But the subconscious goes free and does what he wants and today I have dreamed with it.
treacherous are the dreams That has led me to an environment as real as everyday.
With the same clothes I'm wearing. Moved pushed to the reality that I like, that is not what I have and I have seen perfectly. As real as if it were true. As well as affordable. But nearly 20 years ago. How painful is
those dreams again, when you open your eyes the pain go away leaving you defeated.
But when they pass a few hours, that dream becomes a memory and in spite of the bad times, I feel lucky having seen again.
Although it is in this way.
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