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Engelska historia.... :

The Wooden Heart!
 
If you only know what I were going througt because of you. My heart was torn to pieces, like a paper! Once, twice, over and over again. If you only knew what my world lookt like. You wouldn't manage a dayI promise you that. I was going through fire and flames for you, every day of the year! But I loved you so much, and I will always love you! You are my pice of heaven, my cherry on the ice-craem. I remember the days when we went to school together, hand in hand. We were wating for each other at det big tree, you always had a big shining smile on your lips, that showed all your shining white teeth, and you always wore that awful pink peaked cap! And on the winters we hidden in the withered rosebushes and attacked each other with big snowballs! The first one to hit the other one in the head won! I remember when we watched that really bad movie om TV, about a strange man in a green dress, and you wouldn't change chanell just because you knew all the characters in the movie!

        It actuallt was the greatest time of my life, with you, every day was a sunny day! Fild with laugh and jokes. Sometimes my mum says that i have a wooden heart, and that i had carved your name in it. You will always remain a pice of me, like and old tatoo you make when you are on a trip in Las Vegas. I have thought about all the bad times we had. Why did we always fight? We always fought about stupid things like a party or a stupid textmessager to the wrong person, or a bad misunderstanding.

       You were the best thing om earth, and i still belive that you are for someone, because you are so great, and you are so easy to love! We sharred so many laughs and memories together. All the very good memories do i sharred with you. There is one thing i know, and that is that I will never forget your smile and when your eyes got so smal when you smiled, or your hair in the mornings.

It all was so strange, that first time we met. It was a late evening in May, the winter cold was in the air and a thin white air smoking out from my mouth. I and Mia had fixed each other all day long for this party at Anna's place. I had changed my hair color. Now it was an darkbrown nuance. And Mia had bought a new green dress for the evening. It suited her body so great, and sometimes I wished I were her, a secret that never came up! But how beautiful she was and so ugly I felt. But you picked me for a dance! Not Mia! ME! We dance all night long, and I felt like my dreams come true. I were so happy, and from that day on you were the greatest thing in my world. I saw you in all the mirrors, in all the books, and every were I walked your face was all around me. I hope you remember it as good as I do. Because that is all you have left of me, all the memories. Maby you saved that blue cat I bought to you for our fifth month together, it was a really ugly one, actally, but it remaid me of you in a strange way. Mabye you have all the pictures left, the one from Spain, or the funny pictures from our late nights up. I made you someting by the way. It is under your bed, if your mum remembers to put it there, that is. I will watch you from up here when you open it. I hope you like it. I hope you will smile as you always does, and I hope you will remember it! I wish you will keep it and have it when your days are grey and lonely. There is only one thing left for me to say. And that is goodbye. It is farewell, and it is that i hope you understand that you were my all! You were my heaven, and my biggest love of all times! That is one of the reasones why i couldn't live with the pain I cause, for both you and me. That's why I couldnt look you in the eyes again! I know you loved me, and I love you so much, but i couldnt live with this anymore! I have done a few bad things, and I hate to hurt you! So, I say goodbye. I promise I will watch you from up here, on a big withe clous. I'm the blond girl next to God. Singing songs with Elvis Presley.

 

Your Josefin.


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