eight years ago..to the date i was a simple teenage girl...who couldnt wait to leave the island, i already had my placement in university, and i thought i had my life all figured out, i had wanted that place for so long, that getting it was a miracle (i was just a girl from a spanish school and since all the ppl from the english schools had already bein rejected, i honestly thought i didnt have a chance)(silly me) , and then one day, in october 2000 i realized i was inlove..in a way i had never been, i was floating in air, i was glowing inside and out, and the object of my affection seemed to love me too....and i blurted out, i told him i loved him....i think he got shocked, but i was naive, and wasnt afraid to show what was really going inside of me.....
and i miss my old self...the happiness i saw in everything, the lack of irony and cinicism, the feel of vulnerability, of not being afraid of showing it...of believing that that was it.... my first love....
and now i find myself distrusting everyone around... thinking what are they after and im missing the best of life.... i would love to be a little less careless and see the world in the same pink colour my parents painted it for me...im going to work on that.....
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