"Three words. Eight letters. Say them, and I'm yours."

<3

 

And this one.

You are fine
You are sweet
But I'm still a bit naive with my heart
When you're close I don't breathe
I can't find the words to speak
I feel sparks
But I don't want to be into you
If you're not looking for true love
No I don't wanna start seein' you
If I can't be your only one
So tell me when it's not alright
When it's not OK
Will you try to make me feel better?
Will you say alright?
Will you say OK?

Will you stick with me through whatever?
Or run away
Say OK.
When you call I don't know if I should pick up the phone every time
I'm not like all my friends who keep calling up the boys, I'm so shy
But I don't want to be into you
If you don't treat me the right way
See I can only start seeing you
If you can make my heart feel safe
When it's not alright
When it's not OK
Will you try to make me feel better?
Will you say alright? Will you say OK?

Will you stick with me through whatever?
Or run away
Don't run away.
Let me know if it's gonna be you
Boy, you've got some things to prove
Let me know that you'll keep me safe
I don't want you to run away so
Let me know that you'll call on time
Let me know that you'll help me shine
Will you wipe my tears away
Will you hold me close and say
When it's not alright
When it's not OK
Will you try to make me feel better
Will you say alright?Will you say OK?
Will you stick with me through whatever?
Or run away
Will you say ok?

 

The best place in the world.
The best people ever.
The best time of my life.
Thank you California. Thank you guys all.
I loved my summer, I loved being there with you guys. In my heart always. <3

Government class.

This smell. Your sit.

The flashback starts.

I see you looking at me. I see you frustrated, while you try to get in a conversation with me and you cannot because of other guys.

I see you coming into the class with your Starbuck's coffee and smile at me.

I see you, while youre trying to hide that youre watching me.

I see our sights. I remember your voice. I remember your laugh and your being so shy.

I remember your trying to talk in italian.

I remember my happiness on the beach.

I remember my tears, leaving.

And our promises. Our damn promises.

And then I find myself here, alone.

Sitting at my place, and looking for you.

Full of thoughts, but empty inside.

What did I expect? I knew it. I fucking knew it.

I look into myself, and what I can see is again just a silly girl.

Just an illusion.

It was so clear.

Many words, but so much shit.

"I wont forget you, I promise".

People cant keep their word.

U did not even want to see me.

I wont wait for you. I tried my best, I did everything I could.

Its late. And you lost me.

...Whatever.

Il tempo va avanti, le persone crescono, le cose cambiano... Ma i ricordi, quelli restano per sempre.
Tu non passerài mai. Oggi è il 7 agosto. Oggi è un anno senza di te. E tu manchi, manchi sempre di più, nonostante tutto. Il tuo sorriso ci accompagna sempre e nessuno accantonerà mai il tuo ricordo. Ti vogliamo bene, Mattia. Sempre con noi.
Un abbraccio.

"No looking back, I won't regret. I will find my way.
It's alright, it's ok. I'm so much better without you. I won't be sorry.
It's alright, okay, so dont you bother what I do. No matter what you say, I won't return, our bridge has burned down, I'm stronger now.

Beh. Ora posso scriverlo. Ora posso urlarlo. Posso mandare tutti gli stronzi che non ci credevano a fare in culo.
TORNO A SAN DIEGO.
A rivivere il mio sogno.

E nessuno può fermarmi.

"La donzelletta vien dalla campagna
in sul calar del sole,
col suo fascio dell'erba; e reca in mano
un mazzolin di rose e viole,
onde, siccome suole, ornare ella si appresta
dimani, al dí di festa, il petto e il crine.
Siede con le vicine
su la scala a filar la vecchierella,
incontro là dove si perde il giorno;
e novellando vien del suo buon tempo,
quando ai dí della festa ella si ornava,
ed ancor sana e snella
solea danzar la sera intra di quei
ch'ebbe compagni nell'età piú bella.
Già tutta l'aria imbruna,
torna azzurro il sereno, e tornan l'ombre
giú da' colli e da' tetti,
al biancheggiar della recente luna.
Or la squilla dà segno
della festa che viene;
ed a quel suon diresti
che il cor si riconforta.
I fanciulli gridando
su la piazzuola in frotta,
e qua e là saltando,
fanno un lieto romore;
e intanto riede alla sua parca mensa,
fischiando, il zappatore,
e seco pensa al dí del suo riposo.

Poi quando intorno è spenta ogni altra face,
e tutto l'altro tace,
odi il martel picchiare, odi la sega
del legnaiuol, che veglia
nella chiusa bottega alla lucerna,
e s'affretta, e s'adopra
di fornir l'opra anzi al chiarir dell'alba.

Questo di sette è il più gradito giorno,
pien di speme e di gioia:
diman tristezza e noia
recheran l'ore, ed al travaglio usato
ciascuno in suo pensier farà ritorno.

Garzoncello scherzoso,
cotesta età fiorita
è come un giorno d'allegrezza pieno,
giorno chiaro, sereno,
che precorre alla festa di tua vita.
Godi, fanciullo mio; stato soave,
stagion lieta è cotesta.
Altro dirti non vo'; ma la tua festa
ch'anco tardi a venir non ti sia grave".

"Non mi importa più di fingere, il mio sguardo lo sai leggere".

 

"Close your eyes. Escape this town for a little while.

Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone, I'll be waiting, all there's left to do is run.

You'll be the prince, and I'll be the princess, this is a love story.

Romeo save me, they try to tell me how to feel, this is love is difficult but it's real.

Don't be afraid, we wil make it out this mess.

Baby, just say YES..."

I fall asleep by the telephone, it's 2 O'clock and I'm waiting up alone. Tell me, where have you been? I found a note with another name, you blow a kiss, but it just don't feel the same, cause I can feel that you're gone. I can't bite my tongue forever, while you try to play it cool. You can hide behind your stories, but don't take me for a fool. You can tell me that there's nobody else, but I feel it. You can tell me that you're home by yourself, but I see it. You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want, but I know your love is just a lie. It's nothing but a lie. You look so innocent, but the guilt in your voice gives you away. Yeah, you know what I mean how does it feel when you kiss when you know that i trust you, and do you think about me when he fucks you? could you be more obscene? so dont try to say you're sorry, or try to make it right. Don't waste your breath because it's too late, it's too late. You can tell me that there's nobody else, but I feel it You can tell me that you're home by yourself But I see it You can look into my eyes and pretend all you want But I know, I know, Your love is just a lie It's nothing but a lie You're nothing but a lie.

Con brutalità ed un pizzico di sadismo, eccoti infilarti di nuovo in un pensiero. Ti vedo, mi turbi, mi fai quasi male, ma non riesco a far altro che desiderarti. Continuo in uno stato d'impotenza, troppo diversi, o troppo simili, so solo che ti voglio, ma non posso.