What, I was hoping to write my 15 points scored against the Citadel's basketball team, how good is the snow and the Christmas atmosphere she creates, but this is nothing compared the feeling that can give strong tighten your arms the one you love, under the covers of a bed and piango.Piango caldo.Stò writing this post because I'm probably the most important person for me, my girl, my thinking amore.Piango all the moments I spent with lei.Stò listening to half an hour that was our song, "Do you want to drink" by vasco rossi.Non do nothing but cry and cry ancora.Non I can think of nothing but us who embrace and we kiss and we stringiamo.Non tanto.Non thought to suffer so that I know what I can not cry così.Non to forget the past one and a half with lei.Tutti the moments and places where we were, Bibione, Berlin, Misano Belluno to the anniversary at home my home, and many others posti.Io and you, as always assieme.Stavo so well, I loved her so much and now, as always, we realize how important it was to a person only when you lost, when no 'is more. loved her and I love her, do not think I've ever taken for granted his feelings, but even if I did, I loved him anyway and the only thing I wanted was to stay with lei.MI he said by telephone that it's over, chiuso.Penso who have not yet made the thing and already I'm shit and I do nothing but piangere.Non know that I realize how much I'd lost them for sempre.Questa not sleep at night. I know you know how my già.Senza thought, to know that she loves me, waiting for me the next day, spend Christmas with her, it kills me, I feel like wrenching the cuore.Mi twinges in my chest, as if they were stabbing me from inside without being able difendermi.il heart remains the most sensitive and fragile to me, my debole.Col time point and with my past experiences, I thought I had put up some defense, but when you meet someone like her, you can not help but let andare.non scampo.Questa night is no way I will not do but think about her sweet face, her blue eyes and his two big teeth that I love so much when I sorride.Non nothing but think of the times we spent alone under the covers to cuddle, to hold you, to kiss, to say I love you I liked to kiss and kiss dolcemente.Quanto cheeks, give her lots of kisses teneri.Ora I just remember that the only tutto.Mi often think of death, and how it will happen soon though, and I'd like to know who all the people I know, my weep perdita.non know why I say this, I do not so.E 'notte.Penso almost half, and I think ancora.Chi tell me in the morning "ciccio good morning" or "good night, stupid idiot." I feel like a bad merda.stò. I do not know that I am left with nothing but dire.Non tears to shed.
