B u s c a n d o la luz

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martes, 10 de agosto de 2010

Saying goodbyes are always h a r d.
You hug a little tighter, smell a little deeper, attempt to commit the feel of the person to your memory. You want time to stop, but you can't and you know you can't. You know that you have to go on. So you cling on for a moment, and press your lips to their cheeks and murmur, "I'll see you when I see you."