Valeria Hernandes Tarea

We’re all lonely for something we don’t know we’re looking for. How else to explain the curious sentiment that goes around feeling like we’re missing somebody we’ve never met?

I have to be alone very often. I’d be quite happy if I spent from Saturday night until Monday morning alone in my apartment. That’s how I refuel.

Loneliness is black coffee and late-night television; solitude is herb tea and soft music. Solitude, quality solitude, is

Neither of us meant for things to be this way. If things went differently, maybe we would still talk today.

Take out the picture. Blow off the dust. Take off the frame; it’s starting to rust. Remember the times we had together. What ever happened to best friends forever?

It’s what people do without thinking that causes quick tears. Eventually, the tears will be forgotten but the hurt will stay in the heart forever.

Maybe some people aren’t meant to be in our lives forever. Maybe some are just passing through to teach us a lesson.

Some people turn sad awfully young. No special reason, it seems, but they seem almost to be born that way. They bruise easier, tire faster, cry quicker, remember longer and, as I say, get sadder younger than anyone else in the world.

I don’t know if you’ve ever felt like that. That you wanted to sleep for a thousand years. Or just not exist. Or just not be aware that you do exist. Or something like that. I think wanting that is very morbid, but I want it when I get like this. That’s why I’m trying not to think. I just want it all to stop spinning.

You be the anchor that keeps my feet on the ground, I’ll be the wings that keep your heart in the clouds.

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