6 november 2009. Det er snart en hel mnd siden det hele ble avsluttet, en gang for alle. Jeg tenker ikke på han lengre, selvom han
var spesiell. Han eksisterer ikke, i hvertfall ikke i min verden. Ikke vet jeg om jeg noen gang kommer til å se han igjen, tiden vil vise. Jeg angrer ikke på noe, men ser tilbake og innser at ting ikke hadde fungert i lengden uansett.
To next time, I´ll be bulletproof!
A love story by Thomas Dybdahl
honey i told you
that these things never last
and
one of these days now
you`ll start dreaming of the past
when life was once too short for all the things we`d do
and the shots we`d call
and endless summer without a fall
when promises were meant to keep
and nighttime wasn`t meant for sleep
a love story at it`s peakdoesn`t it feel good
to know that you`ve been loved
and doesn`t it make you
laugh
when you think of
the day when we all got lost on the old mans farm
just trying to get across
it was only then i knew what love was
sunday mornings that never ended and hangovers that never mended
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