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she was broken
 Group: `abigail♥Posts: 4234 Location: London Status:  | |
| Oh, vostra lugubrezza non potrei mai ò-ò
ì love you much more than you love me è-è
--- it happened. there's no avoiding it. no forgetting (speak)
As much as I struggled not to think of him, I did not struggle to forget. I worried—late in the night, when the exhaustion of sleep deprivation broke down my defenses—that it was all slipping away. That my mind was a sieve, and I would someday not be able to remember the precise color of his eyes, the feel of his cool skin, or the texture of his voice. I could not think of them, but I must remember them. Because there was just one thing that I had to believe to be able to live—I had to know that he existed. That was all. Everything else I could endure. So long as he existed.(C) ROBSTEN UORLD IS BETTAH!
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