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Now... Can I Breathe?

And then you realize... He always had been there, right in front of you. Waiting to be part of you and be with you, Damn Girl!! you didn't notice at all.

Little precious moments, many laughs, compliments, sweetness and you never Thought he will be there for you, that guy you could not even stand, So... How cynic is the life and how many teachings it brings with it. And maybe it may not be perfect, but for you those Imperfections are worth it.

It´s good to be afraid, It keeps you alert, but sometimes we are tired of Running for so long, And we need to stay quiet for a little bit, cause honestly we want to believe We deserve more than to be punished and forget all our regrets. That's why... when he found me, I let him take me away, far away of my insecurities, comfort and fears. Nothing else matters and I can't even imagine myself in another place and with someone else. 

So, you want to love so hard until it hurts, knowing it's gonna be a risk, a price, but you are hoping this could be finally your happy ending.

Maybe this time I stop running... 









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