viernes, 8 de abril de 2016

Does love change?

I used to think she was the most beautiful woman in the whole world, now when I look at her -or a picture of her- I smile, I don’t see her like that anymore. She stopped being everything, the reason I breathed, I cried, I laughed, I lived, I loved and even wanted to die sometimes…
Love goes away, that’s for sure.
Or does it change? I still love her, but not in the same way
I see her as a regular hot girl now, not as a goddess. I like her, but as my friend, not as I used to like her.

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