papel
Because once in your life, whatever he was to the world he becomes everything to you. When you look him in the eyes, traveling to the depths of his souls and you say a million things without a trace of sound, you know that your own life is inevitably consumed within the rhythmic beatings of his heart. You love him for a million reasons; no paper would do it justice. It is a thing, a feeling, that is only felt.
(autor desconhecido)
Sobre o amor... Mas pela comparação desta resma de papel com as folhas do meu exame que não acabava de maneira nenhuma... Por ambas as coisas.
Pelos documentos que são inuteis nos sentimentos. Pelas vidas que se entrelaçam, pelos milhões de razões para amar.
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