quinta-feira, 17 de novembro de 2011

Story

Whatever might happen I hope you always remember me with a smile on your face. I hope you keep the memory of my best days, and sorround your thoughts with the certainty that all we did, and all we were, was the best we could be. Even though it might not work out I hope you treasure our feelings throughout your life, knowing that they have always been sincere. When life do us apart, if it does, don't moan on the loss but enjoy the bright that might come after. I expect you to keep the golden heart that defines you, and the neverending respect you have with others. I really hope you have the cappacity of understanding your own feelings, because I hate wounds.

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