miércoles, 7 de julio de 2010


But sometimes it doesn't come, sometimes you don't know where it is, you look for it, under the table, over the wardrobe, behind the door, you look in the jar and in the small wooden box that is in your night table. But you still don't find it, it's not there.
You did your best, you smiled, you joked, you were nice to everyone, but love is still away.
So tonight, already in bed, you think, and maybe you realize, that love has always been there,  in that boy, the one you see everyday, the one who has joked and has smiled, but you've never seen, just because you've been looking for love.

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