segunda-feira, 19 de julho de 2010
I don’t know why I keep torturing myself. It hurts so much, and when it doesn’t hurt I’m just empty. I’m not saying I’m miserable. Because I’m not. I just had to learn how to not be miserable. I also had to learn to be strong. My tears will dry, but nothing will bring him back. I accept that. At least I think I do. But why the tears don’t end?
She: Are you Happy?
He (hesitates): Yes, I am. Why?
She: Because I don't think I am. I mean, by day, I'm happy. But then the night comes, and I go to bed all alone and I am completely sleepless. So I stay the whole night wondering about things. And I usually cry until I sleep. That means I'm not happy. Right?
He: Maybe. But maybe, you're not miserable. You're just scared and alone. Like we all are. You just have to find someone that is as scared as you are, then you won't feel alone anymore.
He (hesitates): Yes, I am. Why?
She: Because I don't think I am. I mean, by day, I'm happy. But then the night comes, and I go to bed all alone and I am completely sleepless. So I stay the whole night wondering about things. And I usually cry until I sleep. That means I'm not happy. Right?
He: Maybe. But maybe, you're not miserable. You're just scared and alone. Like we all are. You just have to find someone that is as scared as you are, then you won't feel alone anymore.
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