For the first time I did not know what was happening, I simply turned off the computer and stared at the black screen in front of me. It was not something I wanted to think it was not anything I want to see, but there she was spitting the truth on my forehead, detailing each step I fell.
Yes .... I was I fell on my knees for hours on my hands crossed quarto.Não, nor uttered any sound . Mentally I begged, pleaded, as my silent tears ran down my cheeks from the beginning of my lap.
I felt that pain should be leaving me bent, but I kept static, more heavy to move, too sad to try to raise.
When I did the only thing I could hear was the silence that was burning in my heart I realized at that moment it was bleeding inside, and it might even have heard the sound of my heart being shattered into tiny smithereens, small remaining to be joined together again.
Maybe I stayed too long without talking, I may have left me the pain that dominates. The only thing I knew was that it hurt too much to be said, and seemed crazy when I thought too.
again I was alone, or in fact continued as it always was.
