Será que pintarnos una idea de cómo pudo haber sido nuestra vida, en realidad nos hace sentir mejor acerca de quienes somos? Cuando al final la vida es como es y quiza aquellos que dicen que no pudo ser de otra manera, tienen las pruebas a su favor...
¿Cúal es la verad?
The first time I heard that my mind stopped for a second and then run at full speed. For the first time in a year, I allowed myself to believe that we were meant to be apart at this point, that we were meant to change our lives and that maybe, there is a tiny possibility that this is where I belong.