It was a very beautiful history. And sometimes i remember that i´ve write my own vows. And I cry. Like a baby. A hungry, angry baby and then again.....this damn serenity or maybe it´s something more, just time will know.
Sometimes I want to go back to the days when I didn’t care about anything or anyone deeply at, maybe i would like to be a child Sometimes I just miss the numbness, the emptiness, the simplicity of it all…
