Bandage Dress Type Of Fabric

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I do not understand.
I wish time would stop, sometimes. I wish that things should remain simple, so clear it seemed right, perfect in imperfection than the total. and yet the minutes pass, the days fly away and nothing is the same as before. everything disappears, dissolves.
reread the post a year ago and I realize that everything has changed. pages and pages of a friendship that was, was strong, beautiful, strong, so strong that I thought I never give up. seemed invincible. and instead has melted, slowly, so softly that I have not noticed immediately. wires broke a bit 'at a time, it was impossible to realize, or maybe yes, but it was too late. simple conversations on msn and facebook now, four words on the cross, leaving a bitter taste and a bit 'nothing seems to dissolve that lump in my throat for being sorry to see the broken pieces that no longer want to settle.
and then stay to fix those stupid smiley laughing while my face is senz'espressione, deep in thought. fingers should be automatic, so answer the questions to answer, there is the first taste of the joy of talking, tell, share everything, every sensation on the skin. to live life together.
remains sorrow, that will not go away ever. and then the affection remains, and the knowledge that it will never be the same again.
but it goes the same, it should be. I'm fine, plus I've never been happier than now, it's just a little bit 'of melancholy that comes back.

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