And I want to be seventeen again. The innocence with which I loved, the affection with which I fought and the simplicity with which I explained. Was it me or was it him. He made me a better person. I learnt his language and understood his gestures. He either smelt or felt my presence. He was easy that way. But he was a bad teacher. He taught, but didnt teach all. He didnt teach me to adapt. He didnt tell me that world becomes as you grow and you become as the world grows. Im lost. I dont smell him but I feel him.. all around. My friend, my teacher, my guru, my lover, my all... Me.
And now after that drunken dream, I only smile and drop just .. just about one tear.
Love,
Me.
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Where is the Like Button ? :) ... I don't know what it's that you imply here ... but it made me think of all the time I spend with my first gf ... and how everything was straightforward, simple more imp without doubts about anything ...
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