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| I hate you, I love You… | |
| Por Maria Teresa Portal Oliveira (Professora), em 2017/06/05 | 1484 leram |  0 comentários |  286 gostam |
| A Ana Beatriz do 9ºB, também Pequena Jornalista, resolveu escrever este texto em Inglês. | |
 I hate you, I love you… I don’t know what I’m feeling… At the first moment, I thought that you just wanted my attention, you didn’t want my heart… but I didn’t know the truth, so I begged you: don’t call me baby, unless you mean it. At that time, I would have liked to know the truth, before I dived right into you… You got that smile, those eyes, that great body that make me crazy!) I love how you stare at me and… I just feel like hugging you, kissing you and never letting you go. Please take me back to the day we met… Now, we are just two ghosts standing in the place of our earthly bodies. It’s 3.00 a.m. and my neighbours hate me. Why? Because I have been working later, I have been drinking stronger and I have been smoking deeper (and the memories don’t stop!) I CAN’T STOP thinking about you! So… I guess I have feelings for you. You still make me nervous when you walk in the room, do you know that!? The butterflies come alive when I’m next to you. Can you make me feel special? Can you make me feel loved? Can you make me feel something…? I Know that it’s wrong, but I can’t move on… everything comes back to you! Maybe one day, we will meet again, with a new mature look and a more determined heart… PS.: I heard that you are in love (or near that), is that true? Ana Beatriz Ferreira– 9ºB | |
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