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[esporrosliterarios-blog]

mesmo sabendo que você sempre encontra o caminho de volta no final do dia, tenho medo de algum dia outra rodovia te chamar atenção uma com mais iluminação, com mais semáforos, com mais faixas de pedestres uma que te deixe mais segura,  que tenha uma rota melhor e que facilite mais a sua vida porque as vezes me sinto aquela rodovia que você só passa por lá por não haver outro caminho que possa te levar pra casa.

[utterlyshattered]

A chance to start again?

Last night I dreamt something new.  I was sitting at a table, looking at you talking to someone else.  I remember watching you smile at the smallest things, and how wonderful your eyes looked. 

Then someone sat next to me. Someone with beautiful brown eyes and ruffled brown hair.  We began to talk for what seemed like endless time.  He told me I was beautiful, took my hand in his and told me amazing stories. 

He made me feel significant, he made me feel like there was someone who could care for me, he made me feel that I deserve to be treated like the best, and he made me feel like I came first before anyone else.  I was indulged for a very long time.

In comparison, he made me feel more than what you have ever made me feel. Whatever time I spent with him was relatively short than what I have spent with you and yet, I have never felt the way I do around him than I did around you.

From the corner of my eye, I saw you watching us. You watched me smile at the smallest things, and loved how wonderful my eyes looked. It was then you realized what you had missed out on. 

 And suddenly I didn’t care anymore.  I have been waiting for what seems like a very long time, for a sign of some sort.  A sign to tell me that someone better was out there, someone who wants to care for me and love me for who I am and not who I need to try to be.  I have been waiting for a sign to tell me it is okay to love someone who does not love you back.  And I have been waiting for a sign to tell me it is okay to move on. This is that sign. 

I’m done loving you and I’m moving on. 

[stillmedhead]

Text @ Rach (from Fran)

Fran: Nephew?

[photographer-quinn]

Text || Sequinn

Quinn: Seb! Are you back yet? I feel like I haven't seen you in forever!