What?
This post is about whom, and what, and why and birthdays…
What?
For me, “what” is the description for one “special” person, with “whom” I’ve never spoke since he used this magic and fascinating word, but at least I know “why”… Now I’m not able to pronounce this word… (although I can write it :>)
Whom.
What happend to us? Now really, what happend to our friendship? I’m not asking for anything else, just about our friendship… I just wanted you to tell me something like this “This morning I woke up in really good moods, and I decided that I don’t want to talk to you any more. You dind’t do anything wrong. I just don’t like you anymore. Goodbye!”. I really thought that because I was your friend I disearve at least that. But I guess I wasn’t, and now I really don’t know whom I’m talking to, because I wasn’t able all this time to get to know you.
Why?
Why I’m crying now? Because now I have to say “Happy birthday” at someone else…
Hit, miss, miss, missing
Cat poate sa-mi fie de dor?
Atat de dor incat sa pot sa iert toate rautatile care mi s-au facut. Atat de dor incat sa ma gandesc in fiecare zi la momentele frumoase. Atat de dor incat sa vreau din nou ceea ce am avut candva.
Atat de dor poate sa-mi fie…
De unde stiu cat de dor imi este?
Din durerea pe care o simt de fiecare data cand imi dau seama ca incep sa uit ceea ce a fost…
Cheese pie
A couple more days, and summer is officially ending. It’s so good… But I have to admit that in the last 3 month, I met new people, and I discovered some old friends. Don’t you just love summer camps? I don’t! :-”
I really love my friends, and it hurts me when I see them sad or even crying. I miss Adina, I miss her a lot…
But today is about two of my best and dearest friends. They know who they are ;;). I was really mad at him, but how you can stay mad at somebody who makes you laugh?
How do you know if somebody is really your friend? It’s simple, if they buy you cheese pie, they are your friends 8-> The cheese pie, was delicious, really delicious, I haven’t eaten cheese pie since high school. Thank you both :*
So, if you want to be my friend, buy me cheese pie!
Plang.
Plang.
M-am trezit de dimineata sa vad daca daca mai este langa mine. Sa vad daca mai respira. Sa vad daca pur si simplu mai e vie.
Plang. Ea e inca vie dar abia respira sub plapuma groasa… Noaptea asta a fost groaznica, poate chiar mai grea decat cea de ieri cand ii era rau, cand avea temperatura dar nasucul ii era rece ca gheata. Mai rea decat noaptea in care desi in camera era foarte cald, ea era invelita cu doua paturi si o plapuma, si totusi tremura de frig…
Dar parca nu a fost asa de rea ca in ziua in care am gasit-o zacand pe jos in holul de la intrare, in ziua in care atunci cand incerca sa ma incurajeze pe mine, ca totul o sa fie bine, isi turna apa rece pe cap ca sa se poate ridica…
Si cu toate astea, ea a mers mai departe, in fiecare dimineata are grija de mine, dar uita sa aiba grija de ea…
Uita ca cel mai greu imi e sa dorm, sa traiesc cu frica ca ea ar putea sa moara, ca in fiecare clipa ar putea sa ma lase singura… De ani de zile m-am trezit cu frica ca una dintre persoanele pe care le iubesc o sa moara, m-am trezit sa vad daca mai sunt vii, iar frica a crescut cu fiecare an, cu fiecare zi, cu fiecare inmormantare…
Plang.
Ea suspina dupa el, el suspina dupa alta….
Inima ei s-a rupt… S-a rupt pentru fiecare data cand el nu o observa, pentru fiecare data cand el o mangaia pe alta, de fiecare data cand el o saruta pe alta…
Dar mereu se apleca si o aduna, o lipea cu dragostea pe care ea i-o purta… Dar inima ei s-a sfaramat cand inima lui s-a rupt din cauza altei fete… Acum nu a mai reusit sa o intregeasca…
