At the moment, she does not speak of the pale, ethereal, dreamy and aspiring to freedom.
I have become Anabelle again and I am more than bad as usual.
I do not understand, and I do not know why people, no matter how close they are to you, can not have a relationship as healthy as their mouths claim to have. Always in appearances and words, sometimes, in actions, things are much better, they are usually adorned by a love aurea and pastel colors that blind you. I do not say they are all degenerates, not ... but why paint the pink fuchsia, why exaggerate a sincerity or a good feeling.
Let's be honest with ourselves and with our feelings towards others, we do not have to pretend anything, that in the end comes everything is noticed.