forbidden to remember, terrified to forget.

"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 some day not be able to remember the precise color of his eyes, the feel of his 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. So long as he existed. Forbidden to remember, terrified to forget."

Postat av: angelica blick

sv; tack du snyggetösa ;)

2010-05-10 @ 17:32:40
Postat av: maja

gillar din blogg!

2010-05-11 @ 12:17:39
Postat av: Anna

Gillar din blogg tjejen!

2010-05-12 @ 14:14:28
Postat av: louise

gillar din bloggg.

2010-05-16 @ 21:21:03

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