de tine si de noi

You will never know how it feels to have the one person who means everything to you,make you feel like you’re nothing.

scream

 

Anyone of us could write novels about pain.
Not the kind of pain you get when you break your arm, but the kind that makes your broken heart go into your throat, so that it takes all of your energy and concentration and makes you breathless.
The kind of pain that makes you want to scream & sob at the same time.
The kind of pain that makes you want to hurt everyone around you because you’re suffering & they’re not, because they can breathe without feeling guilty & hold a normal conversation without breaking down into fits of tears or rage.

So…Just so you know, Cinderella didn’t have to go through all this shit.

 

my quote

A iubi atat cat poti e a iubi pana nu mai poti!

gandurile unei monici

O umbrela. O banca.. si doar ea… Poate un semn… telefon sau poate un mesaj… Dar el nu…el nu era…
I-a promis …a stat, nu mult. Se grabea….Avea o intalnire….cu cine?

Ganduri, vorbe reci, cuvinte multe…un nimic…

sa fie iubite…

Il intreaba daca intelege ce ii spune. O priveste trezit, parca, dintr-un vis si ii raspunde razand: ” Femeile nu vor sa fie intelese, vor sa fie iubite”. Ea intoarce privirea de la el. Stau la aceiasi masa, in aceiasi incapere, dar il simte la mile departare. Cu ochii plini de lacrimi incearca sa se uite pe geam, spre lumea care ii pare atat de straina si totusi nu la fel de straina ca el. Dupa cateva minute de privit in gol raspunde sec, pe un ton resemnat : “Da, ai dreptate! Femeile vor sa fie iubite…”

fericirea este atunci cand…

fericirea este atunci cand:

- iti zambeste un strain din autoturismul vecin;

- iti gasesti perechea in autobuz;

- deschizi o carte pe care ai indragit-o candva, sa-i simti netezimea paginii, primele cuvinte, atat de cunoscute;

- gasesti cadoul potrivit pentru cineva drag;

- un copil iti da biscuitele lui;

- regasesti un obiect pe care ai renuntat sa il mai cauti cu mult timp in urma;

- primesti o scrisoare cu o caligrafie pe care o recunosti imediat, dar pe care nu ai mai vazut-o de ani de zile;

- imparti o ciocolata cu prietenii;

- stai pe malul marii alaturi de cei pe care ii iubesti.

the city

I take a break from my work and roll my chair over to the window. I peer down at the city, watching people move about their daily lives. How many of them feel desperate, euphoric, or simply dead inside? I wonder if any of them are on the verge of losing something huge. If they already have. I close my eyes and picture my whole life … Now I know, I really need a new beginning, something better to hold on to.

all I ever wanted

He leans forward, his left arm on my cheek . He kisses me softly and then more urgently. I kiss him back. And if I thought my ex was a good kisser, or anyone else for that matter, I thought wrong. In comparison, everyone else was merely competent. . This kiss from him makes the room spin. This kiss is like the kiss I have read about a million times, seen in the movies. The one I wasn’t sure existed in real life. I have never felt this way before. Fireworks, butterflies and all. We kiss for a long, long time. Not breaking away once. Not even shifting positions . I don’t want it to end. It’s all I ever wanted.

All of a sudden I hear a disturbing sound… Oh, God! I hate waking up in the morning…

late august days

I miss that perfect beach vacation, where the routine is so blissfully calm that when you return home and friends ask how your trip was, you can’t really recall what exactly you did to fill up so many hours. Oh I do miss, summer. I surely won’t forget those late august days when time was on my side.

routine

Stau la aceiasi masa unde au stat si atunci. Doar ca acum e fum si e prea cald . Lumina e difuza. Canapeaua e tot rosie, iar pe geam se vede strada. El face cerculete din fumul de tigara. Ea sta cu fruntea sprijinita in mana-i prea alba, a uitat de mult sa scuture scrumul tigarii care a cazut pe masa; acum priveste trecatorii. Nici prin minte nu le trece sa isi vorbeasca. La urma urmei ce ar mai fi de spus? Stiu totul unul despre celalat si totusi au impresia ca nu se mai cunosc. Nu, gresesc! Se gandesc ca nici nu s-au cunoscut vreodata. Sunt doar doi omanei care au impartit candva aceleasi vise. Acum impart un apartament, un pat , o biblioteca. In viata lor e fum si e prea cald.