Friday 21 May 2010

Don't cry for me Argentina, the truth is, i never left you (8)

There are those moments in life where you can't do anything but run and hide, or cry and shake in a pile of disbelief and terror: worry.
I only have ever felt that feeling once. That i can remember anyway.
The most painful part of that whole ordeal was that i couldn't be there. I couldn't be there to hold your hand. To hug you. To tell you, its going to be okay.
This weight off my shoulders is going to take a while to bugde.
i love you.

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