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"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."
-Se acusa Bob Marley de ser el autor intelectual de estas líneas, todos de pie.
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"You may not be her first, her last, or her only. She loved before she may love again. But if she loves you now, what else matters? She’s not perfect - you aren’t either, and the two of you may never be perfect together but if she can make you laugh, cause you to think twice, and admit to being human and making mistakes, hold onto her and give her the most you can. She may not be thinking about you every second of the day, but she will give you a part of her that she knows you can break - her heart. So don’t hurt her, don’t change her, don’t analyze and don’t expect more than she can give. Smile when she makes you happy, let her know when she makes you mad, and miss her when she’s not there."
-Se acusa Bob Marley de ser el autor intelectual de estas líneas, todos de pie.
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4 comentarios:
You should give her yours too. It's already broken, maybe she can fix it.
And smile always, not just when she makes you happy. And make her happy too!!
Love may come, sooner or later.
Este blo' yo digo que ya estiró la pata.
Which is good, 'cause it means you no longer need an escape.
Sí, tambien pienso que ya murio o que debe cumplir un fin diferente, sin embargo, definitivamente sigo necesitando escapes todos los dias, pero estoy en un bache de apatía e indiferencia además de un montón de cosas por hacer. Ya veremos...
Eso me recuerda, ¿cuándo la openhouse?
¿Me vas a invitar? Digo, debo conocer el departamento donde Negro y yo nos alojaremos para hacer hijos.
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