domingo, 15 de março de 2009

I miss your kisses Lea. I miss you hands touching me. I miss your laughter and kissing you. I still can't believe it won't happen anymore, and that I won’t see you again. Everytime I look at one of your pictures I can't describe what I feel! It's bad. Also I feel more lonely here than I did in Banská Bystrica. In here I feel you much too far.