When someone asks me for a special moment, the first thing
that appears in my mind (well, it never disappears) is the momento when I had to
say “goodbye” to my boyfriend at the bus station In Madrid. It almost killed
me, because I knew how much it would take until we could see each other again,
four horrible months. Now he is in New York studying Bussiness, and I am aware
of it. I accept it, but it is way too hard not to see the person you love.
Thinking about that moment (one of the saddest moments in my life) makes me
want to cry again and again. I am a very weak and emotional person, but it
cheers me up to think that the more days go on, the less I have to wait.
Although it is not the ideal relationship, I don´t mind to wait for him, and I
will always do it.
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