March 29, 2014
It's that last scene I keep re-playing that breaks me up. You were so calm, I was so emotional. It was my first loss, clearly I was unprepared. It's just the idea of the last touch, the last hug, the last kiss. And you know I never felt like I belonged with anyone, but with you I did, I'm deeply grateful. I'm not sure where I stand now, not the same as before you, not the same as with you, I'm changed and I don't know how or when or where I should be. I had heard the first love is tough, maybe I'm too old to be figuring this out, I'm glad I did, I'm glad we tried.
Posted by Alejandra at 1:40 PM
March 26, 2014
March 23, 2014
March 19, 2014
Fake it, 'til you make it,
but you can only fake for so long,
or maybe faking becomes your own,
don't want it to be my own, my nature,
I wish for faking to feel unnatural and repulsive,
don't fake it,
show your flaws,
show the process, the stumbling and the getting up,
it's real, it's good and beautiful.
Posted by Alejandra at 3:03 PM