Over and over
And so it is over. Yet again. Timing is everything, and we just can't avoid it not playing in our favour anymore. I can't live like this. Yet, all I want to do is to fall asleep in your arms. Wake up next to you. Read, laugh, talk, with you.
You can't keep this up anymore. The hours in the day is not enough and you can't fight it anymore. Yet all i wished is that you would have fought a little bit harder for me. For us. For this.
Cause the day I started excusing your behaviour, your actions. That was the day I knew I was in love.
You can't keep this up anymore. The hours in the day is not enough and you can't fight it anymore. Yet all i wished is that you would have fought a little bit harder for me. For us. For this.
Cause the day I started excusing your behaviour, your actions. That was the day I knew I was in love.
Sex and the city
His hello was the end of her endings
Her laugh was the first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was I do
Her laugh was the first step down the aisle
His hand would be hers to hold forever
His forever was as simple as her smile
He said she was what was missing
She said instantly she knew
She was a question to be answered
And his answer was I do
Wrecked ego.
I really thought things would change. By changing city, country, even language, things had to change. Paris is my freezone, here is nothing reminding me of you. Its only happy memories associated with this town, happy and non-forgetable, but in a good way. There aren't any looking-back-and-missing-what-we-had-memories. So why do you need to come here and fuck things up?
I just wanna feel good about myself again, and since you, I haven't been able too. I don't want to blame you, my confidence depends on me and me only. But what you did, wrecked me. And I don't feel good enough anymore. How do I feel good about myself again? I'm trying to tell myself that nothing has changed, I'm the same girl I used to be. Still as beautiful, still as charming, cause on the outside it all looks the same. So tell me again, why did it change on the inside?
Falling
You think that this time will be the right time. The time when everything goes right instead of wrong and that you'll love each other forever. And yes he's all you've ever wanted, and yes he's the one you've been waiting for. He's the one that is everything you should be, that pushes you to go the extra mile, to want something more of your life. He was color and you were the picture.
But then something happened, and suddenly it wasn't all perfect anymore. The moment was gone. And you were left alone to figure it out. Why you were here and not there, when you weren't happy. And then you realized it, it's not only up to you.. You need the other person as well. And thats when it all falls apart.
But then something happened, and suddenly it wasn't all perfect anymore. The moment was gone. And you were left alone to figure it out. Why you were here and not there, when you weren't happy. And then you realized it, it's not only up to you.. You need the other person as well. And thats when it all falls apart.
.
I can't force him to love me.
And this makes we weak. Pathetic maybe, but still the truth.
I cant even if I want to.
Im sorry. I know you'll want whats best for me, and that you're all wondering whats going on. Why we aren't trying again, why I'm not trying harder if I now really want this. Why I give up and seem like I don't give a fuck.
You want to know why?
Because I simply can't force him to love me.
I do.
Remember when I used to be the one you where looking for? When you always turned around to see if I was with you. When it was me you texted when you couldn't sleep. And it was me you wanted to tell everything to. When it was us you thought of when you were going to bed. When it was me you were wishing was there all the time?
Because I do.
I just need you to care.
...
...
He might be Nice. Handsome. Funny.
But he is not you.
But he is not you.
Orättvisor.
Tänk att det finns människor som just nu kämpar mot döden.
Och här kämpar jag med livet. Det är orättvist.
. . .
Dear You,
I hate you for dying.
Sincerely,
Me.
word.
Jamies Italian
Snabba puckar här. Hela veckan har varit matte-plugg dygnet runt (känns det som). Men nu ska vi ha lite kul. Om en timme bär det av till Jamies Italian. Jamie Olivers restaurang som ligger mitt i Angel. Ska bli superkul, ska bara hinna med att bli lite fräsch också, så blir det ännu roligare. Peace
Det där med packning.
Okej, det är tre incheckade och två stora weekendbags som handbagage.
Packning 2.0
Så var det dags att packa ner hela sitt liv i en resväskan igen
(okej, i två)
(okej det blir i slutändan tre)
(Men ändå)
Flyget går 12.00 imorgon från Köpenhamn så frågan är nu varför jag inte börjat packa ännu. Men snart så, ska bara kolla på lite idol först..
Flyget går 12.00 imorgon från Köpenhamn så frågan är nu varför jag inte börjat packa ännu. Men snart så, ska bara kolla på lite idol först..
Sommarflörtar 2.
Ny färg. Nytt liv.
Sommarflörtar 1.
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donnez-moi un chance pour te rater
Give me a chance to miss you
Ge mig en chans att sakna dig
Give me a chance to miss you
Ge mig en chans att sakna dig
