Dear Love,

I never liked routine. I disliked it so much, I started running away from it. I was always changing, always moving.
Leaving became my routine, and I loved it. I got used to disappearing whenever I felt sick and tired of something, somewhere... someone. I used to think "well, you can't be missed if you're always there".
Maybe I liked being missed. But what I liked the most was there was nothing I would really miss once I left. It didn't really make a difference.
But then you came along, and I miss you every single second you're away. I fear losing you every passing day. And I want you more than I would ever be able to say.
And it's the first time I feel this much about someone, and I want so badly for you to feel the same way.
Because I love you.
Because you make me want to stay.

4 comentários:

Jaque disse...

Que texto mais lindo, Gabi. De verdade, me lembrou um pouco de mim, mas sem a parte de ter achado alguém pra querer ficar. Triste, mas verdade, er. Muito bom, gostei muito (:

Mariana disse...

texto mais que lindo, @gabisaur! hehe encaixa-se muito bem com o que você, eu e outras pessoas sentem :)

Tiago Júlio disse...

Achei melodramático. O debaixo eu achei legal. Gostei mesmo da musiquinha: "whoo suspect they could never love anyone..."

comentário superficial, estúpido e desnecessário, nem precisa dizer.

D. disse...

Eu estou apaixonada pelo seu blog. Sério, deve ser tpm, mas eu to com um nó na garganta. Muito bom!