ce scriu eu cand ma plictisesc la ora de traductologie..

Nu e adresat vreunui baiat si nici nu pot spune ca e ceva din experienta mea personala...e doar CEVA ce am scris la o ora de engleza si nu mai aveam rabdare sa ascult:

I'm thinking for the first time at your eyes...And then I stop...only the sweet, but painful reminder of your dark blue eyes makes me tremble and shiver slowly...I try to close my eyes, but as I wander through the memories of 'us', your glance, your smile, your smell impregnated in my whole being, wake up my heart, my self-consciousness, my all. When did I started to forget what we had, what we were, what we meant, what we built inside our own world? When did you started to forget what was it like to have me by your side? I'm trying to stop this feeling like we failed in being 'us', like we stopped fighting for what we were, like we tried to escape from this amazing love...