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Ya se que casi todas las entradas son iguales, siempre tratan de lo mismo, pero es que no puedo dejar de escribirlas, si la vida es una mierda por que no decirlo, si tengo ganas de llorar por que no escribirlo en vez de hacerlo, si busco a mi príncipe azul porque no vivir de sueños escritos. Todos los días es la misma historia, me levanto y siento un vacío, siento que no merece la pena levantarse, meterme al ordenador y pensar aun mas que no sirve la pena vivir conectada, esas ganas de salir de casa y comerse el mundo, beber hasta no recodar nada, vivir el momento, no tener miedo a lo que pueda pasar, no arrepentirse de lo que no paso. Encontrar a tu príncipe que por fin haya abierto los ojos, sentirle a tu lado, sentir sus labios.. Despertarte y tener ganas de sonreír.

Verte y sonreír, irte y llorar.

A short love story.

Cathy read the note, smiled, and immediately put on her coat. She went out quickly. She ran and ran until she saw him. He had to be the one who put the note in her bag when she was talking with Sarah. She walked step by step, she was nervous, she didn't know how to tell him that she was falling in love with him.

The boy turned round, his name was Mike, he picked up Cathy's hand and he told her not to worry, she only had to close her eyes and go with him, he wanted show her something.

They walked and walked, it was such a long way that she thought it would never come to an end. They stopped, she opened her eyes. It was such a lovely place with its wonderful views, they could see all the town. Mike took her face into his hands and kissed Cathy. He also was in love with him.

A veces es necesario la respuesta a un por qué para cerrar para siempre una historia del pasado.