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.Sunday, October 12, 2008 ' 1:16 PM Y
& your love is all i ever wanted

Hello people!
I know I was missing a lot this time but I was drowning in papers. Sorry!
If you ask me how I've been I couldn't answer too well. I guess I am fine and at the same time I can rest in peace at night.
After this time I am in England, because she asked me to come back... She told me she didn't want me to worry about her. It hurts, but I can't do anything...

People don't understand why she is the only true weak point I have. Maybe because she was the only person who never seemed to admire me or other things. She said once that she didn't think I was different.
When I met her she said 'You are You! and that's all the matter!' After that I couldn't avoid to be in love with her.

Now I see her... She is not really different from before, only that she rely less on others. She thinks she need to protect others and don't care at all about herself.

I see her brushing her short light brown, in the bathroom next to my old room in Coimbra. Brushing softly trying to avoid looking to the mirror... Many persons could find her not really actractive but to me she is the most beautiful girl in all world.
I can remind her little body when I holded her; when she was sleeping silently by my side, when I touched her... I only wanted to take care of you.

The same now. When I watched you brushing your long black-died hair.
Sara, sometimes I know this blog looks like dedicated to you, and it isn't...but what I can do when you are my biggest weakness? The only person who can make me feel really stressed and feel lost. You are the only person who can make me doubt about reality... I am a rational person but with you I am...not different, but more like a person.
You and I are what people call 'cold'; without feelings. But we know, I know, we aren't.

Watching you holding a plush doll...
The smell of your body. Has everyone noticed that you are always smelling good? Maybe because I love you so much I notice every little change you have.

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My work is getting a little harder and now that I am busy I won't have much time to care about giving news. Remember people, if something happens again, like the accident I had I'll make sure to everyone know about it.
I like every friends I have...

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My Portuguese friends: Marina, Maggie, Pedro (I didn't forgot you because, despite you don't want my friendship I will answer if you need me sometime), Pedro - Maggie's boyfriend (if you want to talk send me an e-mail, I'll make sure to answer), Rui, Cristina, Patricia, Carolina - Sara's cousin, and my new friend Joana...

My British friends: Layla, Sandy, John Marcus, John Sandler, Joshua and finally Mathew.

My American friends: Nancy Martin, Rebecca, Daniel, Paul, Christine, and the siblings - Acacia, Adam and Jasper.

My German friends: Jasmine, Jaymes, Adele and Gilbert

My Japanese friends: Atsuko-san, Sakurada Chiyo-chan, the twins Miyamoto Chika-chan and Chou-chan, Hideki-kun, Daichi-kun, Manami Kaoru-san and Osamu Sai-san.

Mother, Father, Jacob-grandfater, Elizabeth-grandmother, Tomás-grandfater and Idalina-grandmother

Sara....

To all of you... I hope you are fine today, and sorry...today I am a little more emotional than usal.
I love you all...

specially







Me*
Don't you believe in flying saucers, they ask me? Don't you believe in telepathy? — in ancient astronauts? — in the Bermuda triangle? — in life after death?
No, I reply. No, no, no, no, and again no.
One person recently, goaded into desperation by the litany of unrelieved negation, burst out "Don't you believe in anything?"
"Yes", I said. "I believe in evidence. I believe in observation, measurement, and reasoning, confirmed by independent observers. I'll believe anything, no matter how wild and ridiculous, if there is evidence for it. The wilder and more ridiculous something is, however, the firmer and more solid the evidence will have to be." Isaac Asimov

Identity*
Name: Andrew Philip Harrington
Age: (25.12.1986)
Location: England

Cares*
In Love: Yes
Interests: Mytholody, literature, Philosophy, Psychology, History, Mathematics, Cinema, Music, Anime, Culture, Food
Hates: Watching people suffer

Chat*




Contacts*
Sara’s blog
Maggie’s blog
Marina’s blog
Ana Rita’s blog
Sara’s deviantart account


CREDITS*