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TONGUE- TIED. I AM.
coisa mais bonita já :-)
it’s like the story of… the monkey trying to capture the moon. however close she thinks she is to the moon, it is just the reflection of the moon in the middle of the lake. no matter how she struggles to capture the moon, she inevitably sinks to the bottom of the lake at the end to no avail.
Isn’t it weird to read a book and feel like you’re in it at the same time? That’s pretty much how I felt when I read Dear John (Nicholas Sparks).
I was ecstatic to know that someone else in the world felt and experienced the same things as me.
Despite the fact that me and my John don’t have to go overseas to meet each other.
"When I think of you and me and what we shared, I know it would be easy for others to dismiss our time together as simply as by-product of the days and nights spent by the sea, a "fling" that, in the long run, would mean absolutely nothing. That’s why I don’t tell people about us. They wouldn’t understand, and I don’t feel the need to explain, simply because I know in my heart how real it was. When I think of you, I can’t help smiling, knowing that you’ve completed me somehow. I love you, not just for now, but for always, and I dream of the day that you’ll take me in your arms again." -Savannah
… there were so many lines I loved from the book. I should have marked more of them down. I really wish I could write like Savannah.
Unfortunately, words had never been good friends of mine.
Bottom line, as much as Dear John reminds me of my life, or what I think I’ll be like in the future.. I hope I don’t end up like her, Savannah Lynn Curtis, being with someone else. I mean, how can she be so confused about something so clear? she knew she needed him in her life but she’s pushing herself away.
you know that place between being asleep and awake, where you still remember your dreams? that’s where I’ll always wait for you.