On the upper side of down.

(i know it's lame... but a really mean it)

To Justin:

Wounds don't heal. They just... mutate to something different. They become memories that feed the other person you fight to keep looked in a little basement inside your head. That person is you, but shaped by all that never was... all the things that should have been. And its hard to control it... we become numb. On the upper side of down.

But i know you have the strength to fight all that. Your not alone. I'm here, I'll always be here and every time you think you cant take it anymore think of every moment we laugh... we were happy! Remember the plans we had? That we would marry and live together but in separate rooms so we could have our own boyfriends aside! Just to guarantee that we would always stay together.

and we will always be together, even miles away, I'm always by your side.

don't give up. 

 p.s.: always remember: leite com choclate and purplelydurplely