bit harder

There's reality, and then, there's us.

It is quite simple to understand these two things. That's what the entire story is about. There are love stories. There are great stories. There is reality. And, sometimes, things get hard for us.

Sometimes, things get complicated, what was, before, something to smile about, is now something you want to run away from. Sometimes, taking a day off all by yourself, doing the ethernal dolce far niente, is everything we need. Is something that we fight for, we argue for, we end beautiful stories for.

To see a sunset at the beach you go since you were a kid, to walk down your favourite street thinking about nothing, to get to know beautiful people you've never seen before, to have some time to go to new places, find a lovely place in your town, tell your story to somebody else... these are real things we do for ourselves, and nobody else. These things are the details we keep just for us, in particular. For that cliche me, myself and I.

These things are also worthy fighting for. Being happy without being dependent. Looking as far as your eyes are able to reach and smile, knowing you've always been there for you.

quando alguém tira palavras da sua boca.