După asta urmă o tăcere. Se uitară unul la altul : şi gândurile lor contopite în aceeaşi spaimă, se îmbrăţişau strâns, că două piepturi care se zbat. G.Flaubert
sâmbătă, 8 septembrie 2012
You can really lose it, you know? Lose what ? Lose her, him. They don't matter. Lose a friendship. If it's this easy to be lost, then maybe it was meant to be lost. Lose money. You can have them back. Lose...all that you built up here. It means nothing when I'm here alone. You're not afraid of losing any*Fuckin*thing ? Just you. You're the one I'm sure I'll never ever lose. You're mine,babe. We were meant-to-be.