06 fevereiro 2012

we are not old or young

"My husband. My heartbreak. Feels so easy now. Here. You're not the cheat or the liar. I'm not the nag or the shrew. And we are not old or young. There's no bitterness or illusions. No need for free or for hope. We're just spirits drifting through this perfect earth together. We can be free of our sad histories. They float away till they’re like memories of a dream from the night before. Shadows under the water. And what’s left is pure life."
Parabéns, meu amor

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