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Confesso que você estava em todos esses meus planos, mas eu sinto que as coisas vão escorrendo entre meus dedos, se derramando, não me pertecendo.
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My future husband and I
- Him : Remember when you were so obsessed with me you-
- Me: No.
- Him: Didn't you have a blo-
- Me: Nope, never had a blog.
- Him: But-
- Me: No, I never had a blog with millions of pictures of you and your band. I never made huge texts posts about how much I love you, about how perfect you are and all the dirty things I wanted to do to you. I never read any dirty stories about you and one of your band mates having sex. I never fought with girls 'cause they thought they knew you better than I did. I didn't spend all my free time and vacations looking at pictures and videos of you to watch everything you did and cry over how beautiful you are. No, that blog never existed.
- Him: You must've been really obsess-
- Me: Shh, you know nothing.
