domingo, 28 de noviembre de 2010

28.11.2010

You're not asleep, and you're not dead. I'm here, and I love you. I have always loved you, and I will always love you. I was thinking of you, seeing your face in my mind, every second that I was away. When I told you that I didn't want you, it was the very blackest kind of blasphemy.

New moon, Stephenie Meyer.

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