If people were rain

I wanted so badly to lay down next to her on the couch, to wrap my arms around her and sleep. Not fuck, like in those movies. Not even have sex. Just sleep together, in the most innocent sense of the phrase. But I lacked the courage and she had a boyfriend and I was gawky and she was gorgeous and I was hopelessly boring and she was endlessly fascinating. So I walked back to my room and collapsed on the bottom bunk, thinking that if people were rain, I was drizzle and she was a hurricane.

Looking for Alaska
John Green

Buenas noches

Me gustaría que fueras de los que usan una colonia determinada para poder olerte todas las noches. Incluso cuando hace tanto tiempo que no estás.

Mil veces buenas noches. Te susurro al teléfono.
Mil veces malas porque no estás.

Pues eso

Qué fotitos tan bonitas me enseñas, Bel.

Light years away

It's almost like you had it planned
It's like you smiled and shook my hand and said
"Hey, I'm about to screw you over, big time"
And what was I supposed to do?

[...]

It's how you wanted it to be
It's like you played a joke on me
And I lost a friend
In the end
And I think that I cried for days
But now that seems light years away
And I'm NEVER going back
To who I was

Cause I don't blame you anymore
That's too much pain to store
It left me half dead
Inside my head

... And let go, let go

What do you do? You laugh. I'm not saying I don't cry but in-between, I laugh and I realize how silly it is to take anything too seriously. Plus, I look forward to a good cry. It feels pretty good.

A double shot of amnesia

YEAH YOU ONLY LET ME DOWN
HOW YOU TURN A GIRL AROUND
AND NOW I NEED SOME PIECE OF MIND
I WANT TO PUT THIS BEHIND ME
STOP WASTING ALL MY TIME

I WANT TO GO BACK TO THE DAY BEFORE I MET YA
THINGS COULD BE BETTER
IF I COULD FORGET YA.

Everything else but the truth

- Cuando vuelva, por favor, cuéntame la verdad.
- ¿Por qué?
- Porque soy un maniático de la verdad. Porque sin la verdad somos animales...

[...]

- He dejado de quererte
- ¿Desde cuando?
- Desde ahora. Hace un rato. No quiero mentir y no puedo decir la verdad. Se acabó.
- No importa. Te quiero. Nada de eso importa.
- Demasiado tarde, ahora ya no te quiero...Adiós.

[...]

- Te habría querido. Para siempre... Ahora vete por favor.
- No me hagas esto Alice, háblame.
- Te estoy hablando, vete a la mierda.
- No, perdona, no me has entendido... Yo no quería.
- ¡Claro que sí!
- ¡Te quiero!
- ¿Dónde?
- ¿Qué?
- Enséñamelo. ¿Dónde está ese amor?
No...no lo siento, ni... ni lo toco, no lo noto. Lo oigo. Oigo palabras, pero no me sirven de nada tus palabras vacías. Digas lo que digas ya es tarde.