14 sept. 2011

''I always feel like a freak because I'm never able to move on like this. people just have an affair or even entire relationships they break up and they forget they move on like they would have changed brands of cereals. each person has their own specific qualities, you can never replace anyone what is lost is lost. each relationship when it ends really damages me i never fully recover. that's why i'm very careful with getting involved because it hurts too much even getting laid, i actually don't do that because i will miss of the person the most mundane things. like i'm obsessed with little things. maybe i'm crazy but when i was a little girl my mom told me that i was always late to school. one day she followed me to see why. i was looking at chestnuts falling from the trees, rolling on the sidewalk, or aunts crossing the roads, the way a leaf casts a shadow on a tree trunk. little things. i think it's the same with people. i see in them little details so specific to them that move me and that i miss and will always miss. But we're not real anyway right? we're just characters in that old ladys dream. she's on her deathbed fantacising about her youth...''

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