I feel empty. One week today since we broke up. It feels so empty.
We´ve broken up before but now it´s. well, the real thing. I miss him.
The touch of his skin, his voice, the eyes, when he smiles. Í miss whats inside of him. What he thinks what he feels. Now you´re all thinking: it´s only been a week! Get a life.
But I can´t. He is my life!
He was my life?For one year it was us. Him and me. Me and him. I miss the time when we laughed.
I´m afraid. What if he´s the
one?Yes I am 17, and what do I know about life?
But how do you know when your ment to be?I´m starting to sound like a really bad book, but who cares?
Loves hard, that´s life.
The picture: Tomas with pink hair, I´m the one with red (dhu!)
