Then i’m back to that lame long hair, kinda blond and completely frizzy. Back to all those insane dreams ‘cause I’m only 12. Reading and writing in my diary all those absurd plans, only mine. I was (more) young and (more) stupid, just wanted somebody to protect me, to save me, to keep me warm and safe inside strong and loved arms.
But you have to choose between your dreams. You can love them both, but still, they will not love you, they won't be with you. Only one of them, if you choose who you have to.
And if I had to choose now, I still would be 16, with my not-that-lame red hair, inside your not that strong (but really loved) arms. Because I love you. Always have, always will. It's only four months, but feels like forever. The way it has to be.
(flw tá chovendo e tô com medo vou dorme ekwkwekwe <3)
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