think pictures aren’t important? wait till they’re all you have left.
Vas a entender de sufrimiento el día en que quieras decirle te amo a una persona
que ya no siente,
que ya no escucha,
que ya no respira,
que ya no vive.
Mi corazoncito. (via i-remain-alone)
1/25/13
Winds whisper through the night,
I talk to you, in hopes that you’ll hear me,
I hope you’re proud of me.
I hope your laughter is the booming thunder in the storms.
I hope the leaf I found in my hair was you saying hello.
I hope the blue butterfly I saw yesterday morning on the one blooming rose you planted, was you.
This is me calling, I’m not the whispering winds
I’m still your little girl, holding your pinkie while we walk to the front door of the grocery store.
I’m still that little girl who sang along to all the songs you played in your truck.
I’m still here. I’m still here.
amandamateja