А знаех, че ще си тръгне. Че всичко ще е мимолетно. Но поне за пръв път си казах "Хей, давай, нищо, че после ще боли!", преструвайки се, че "чао"-то няма да е "сбогом". И може би именно заради това не боли. Поне не толкова много, колкото предните пъти. Или поне болката е различна, смесена с приятните спомени, които ме връхлитат всяка втора секунда.Постоянно си припомням струващите ми се сега малко моменти с него и нон-стоп се сещам за неща, които можех да го попитам, а вместо това мълчах. Каква ли музика слуша? Гах, не мога да повярвам, че не съм го попитала за любимата му музика.. Аз питам всеки втори този въпрос, но естествено, този, чиито отговор най ме интересува, не съм.. Дали наистина мислеше, че съм красива? Дали не можех да стана по-красива за него? Дали, дали..
Още помня сладкия му дъх. Сладката му усмивка. Жадният поглед, с който ме гледаше. И предполагам още дълго ще ги помня. Но вместо да ми тъжно, по-скоро ме кара да се усмихна. Хубаво е да вярваш, че има някъде там някой, който те смята за очарователна. Който мисли за теб. И hopefully, един ден ще се върне за теб..
Дори това да не е истина.
I find the map and draw a straight line
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
...
Over rivers, farms, and state lines
The distance from 'A' to where you'd be
It's only finger-lengths that I see
I touch the place where I'd find your face
My finger in creases of distant dark places
I hang my coat up in the first bar
There is no peace that I've found so far
The laughter penetrates my silence
As drunken men find flaws in science
Their words mostly noises
Ghosts with just voices
Your words in my memory
Are like music to me
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
I, I pray that something picks me up
And sets me down in your warm arms
After I have travelled so far
We'd set the fire to the third bar
We'd share each other like an island
Until exhausted, close our eyelids
And dreaming, pick up from
The last place we left off
Your soft skin is weeping
A joy you can't keep in
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
And I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
I'm miles from where you are,
I lay down on the cold ground
and I, I pray that something picks me up
and sets me down in your warm arms
...
