Meu dodo extinto, extinguiste do mesmo modo as nossas palavras inacabadas, extintas estão também todas as nossas memórias e os sonhos morrem à beira de água. Fomos bons recordo, e sei que te é difícil aceitar assim a minhas palavras, tudo porque tudo o que sou nunca foi suficiente, tudo o que és não gosta daquilo que vê. Fomos bons gostava de recordar, e penso quase em ter-te amada um dia. Pois dia a dia tudo morre no silêncio em que me deixas. Fomos bons? Não sei.
What it costs
If you ever get the chance to love a person who knows grief, do not let them go You see, the thing about grief is that it’s not exclusive it consumes life and it taints everything a little grey It won’t hesitate to remind you that everyone and everything you love will disappear some day But I’ve found that the people who carry grief love with a fierceness that no one else knows They understand what’s at stake because they’ve had to let someone go So they remember the little things and they show up when it counts They know that life is rare you won’t have to spell it out So don’t take for granted the people who know loss for they know more about love because they know what it costs - Whitney Hanson
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