21 anos e meio

E encontrei o meu primeiro cabelo branco. Estou a ficar velha

Buhbyes

And finally I board this plane that takes me away from you again, back to my shitty everydays... without you.
I'm keeping my promise, I didn't cry the whole way from Vilnius to Paris, I'm on and off crying, everytime I look out the window and I see your face drawn in the clouds, everytime I close my eyes and hope I will wake up next to you and it will be March 30th all over again, and I will realise all of this was a dream, a wonderfull dreeam, and I still have two more weeks of your touch, your smell, your kisses.
I'm writing this on a plane. It's keeping me from crying for now. I looked for the only paper I had, the ticket again, I looked for my pen in a bag and I found a hair. I brought it closer to the light hoping it was blonde, another piece of you that I could keep with me, but it was mine :( The high altitude and pressure makes my tears hurt my head but nevertheless they keep on coming.
Adele is playing in my mp3 "I've known it from the moment that we met, no doubt in my mind where you belong" and I feel I'm being taken away from where I truly belong, for home is where the heart is. And my heart was left forgotten in a little house in the town of Ignalina, maybe I dropped it under the couch we slept in on one night, maybe it's sleeping in a little box with the halflings, perheaps inside the oven I spent so many hours cooking on, or even on the room of requirement... maybe inside the second drawer of your desk... but no matter where, always beating for this love I feel for you, this love I now carry around my neck... until we meet again, until I am in your arms again. In Lithuania, in Portugal, in England or in Hell.
I love your Gvidas <3

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