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yet I can not forget, the truth is that having spent so many years should hebrlo fact it is possible that some of the blame may begrudge the inside and sometimes it makes me get up at night (those who get to sleep) asking if they also will be thinking of me.
But that makes me feel ridiculous, because I know he will not be doing, or maybe yes?
I was not what I should have been, perhaps at some point the charade of being a good friend so confused in my head that even I believed it myself, or maybe in the background and l razóny had not had pretended nothing was easier but so, thinking it was all a farce, that I never felt good at his side, who had never to support any of their conversations, finally, into believing that she hated him, and I also believe it happened.
On those nights in which I dealt with my insomnia got out of bed and wet my face, to refresh yourself, but honestly that was probably never bring my calmness.
used to avoid mirrors, or anything that would reflect me, hurt others see the face that had broke her innocent heart.
"Brother" that I had called "brother", had told me when things seemed to be the worst, and although I ocequé with the idea that it was him who would not let me move, I was the one that is destroying his life, and now I wonder, that was the right way?, earned the penalty case to break him apart?
do not know, but in those moments I knew we could not be together, not as he expected, and perhaps I took advantage of sweet and playful innocence that I had, I took advantage of all that smile and Deborah.
I've never seen him smile as before, never have I seen you rely on as before, never have I seen him ... as before.
For now, now, nothing is as before.
matured, if that can be called mature, blow, never thought I could do both dañoy at first I was happy because this was the right thing and if I did DAMAGE would or would not return back, then I hate him.
But he did not.
often saw him looking at selling my room, looking lost in her own questions, watery eyes and bowed head, was surrounded by many people, more than before, but his voice was not same, there was no soul, because I had brought with me.
still cared for me, still hoping that that was a lie, and worst of all, I still ... was his brother.
was short and broad, blunt-cut blond hair, his eyes were small and a bright blue, and his smile ... it was everything to me.
So why did I do?
do not know.
But now, it's too late.