I was trying to describe you to someone,
but then I had to stop, and think. The second I met you, my life no longer felt so pink.
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I was trying to describe you to someone... But it’s hard. I’ve known you my whole life, I’ve loved you my whole life. But now I see it's impossible to say anything about you. I know that it won’t be exactly right — there’s no way to describe you in words. Many people asked me to do that, but I simply told them: “You should have known her. Now it’s too late for being interested. I can’t tell you all her virtues and vices, I can’t tell you how soothing her voice was when I scraped my knee and I was crying, I can’t tell you how beautifully she sang when I was falling asleep, how encouraging was her smile, how soft were her hands… No, I can’t. It’s just too late."
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