segunda-feira, 20 de julho de 2009

Jokes [Pequenas Coisas da Vida]

We were laughing. That was funny. We were not okay, not fully at least. However, we were laughing.

God, how I love to watch his laugh. Along with every joke about my hair, my breath, my singing, my weight... Those jokes were the most bittersweet thing I had ever tasted. I hated them, he never knew when to stop. I hated when he stopped, I wanted to say anything stupid so that he could carry on and I would know that, for that moment, it was okay.

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