Sunday 26 July 2009

I keep promising myself that I'm not gonna see him as often as I'm doing now. But, who am i trying to fool?
Everyday I say to myself: " tomorrow you' re not going to call him", but then, the day after, I always find an excuse to do it. Either he calls me, or I just can't resist. Or maybe I go out for a stroll, and my feet spontaneously take me to his house. 

I remember my grandma used to tell me a fairy-tale about a magnetic mountain: the ships that got to close to it were attracted to it and destroyed. And all the sailors would day crashed bye the collapsing bits of ship.  

2 comments:

  1. your feet take you to his house?

    wow! You have got it bad!

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  2. : )

    I'm afraid so....

    I need a cure

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