El verdadero vinculo de la amistad...

Bueno que puedo decir, hoy voy ha escribir sobre un vinculo de amistad que tengo con una amiga que ha sido incondicional, que aunque aveces nos separemos sabemos que siempre estara la una para la otra... a veces pasa tiempo sin que nos hablemos o sepamos una de la otra, pero cuando hablamos es como que nos hubieramos visto ayer, el lazo que hemos formado estan especial que solo necesitamos cruzar un par de palabras para entendernos, sentir lo que la otra siente, es estraño, y puede ser que se escuche estraño, pero amigas como ella hay pocas... hablar de lo que sea sin tener verguenza, que es casi como tu conciencia, que muchas veces temes que decir a otras personas, pero a ella nop... es co mi hermanita, aunque somos muy distintas, somos iguales la vez... sentimos y disfrutamos cosas tan sencillas como mirar las estrellas, o cruzar un par de palabras con otra persona...

Ella es como una de las pocas estrellas que hay en este mundo... bueno como escuche por ahi

"Los amigos son como las estrellas, sabes que estan ahi, pero no siempre las ves..."

Aca un texto que me escribio la Vale para mi cumple... (En ingles)

jajajaja bueno es nuestra forma de comunicarnos... y mi escritora favorita!! jajajajaja besos! te amo amiga! creo que puedo decir mi mejor y mas incondicional amiga que he tenido ^^

Slowly, I woke up from that dream and inhaled the warm scent of vanilla thatfilled the room. It was early and I would’ve been upset if I hadn’t seen youstanding there, holding a cup of tea.

All I saw was your smile over my restless face and your hair flowing andcurving down your pale shoulders. Our gazes met as you leaned over me.

I would’ve minded if the tea was strawberry scented, but it was vanilla. Godbless your soul. I took the cup from your hands and inhaled the sweet aromathat crawled in my lungs like a cancer through the heart. Like a sick and twisted love that burns the eyes. I sipped slowly and moaned my thanks. It was perfect: warm and sweet, just like you. Just like your lovely face inthe morning light.

You knew it would take me forever to finish the tea, so, with this in mind,sipped a few more times before I left it on the nightstand. I sighed andwaited for you to join me, like many times before, in the bed. It was coldoutside. I knew it because the windows were fogged and the snow was fallingdown.

I cupped your face and kissed your eyelids. It was something that relaxedyou, somehow. I knew it, so I did it quite often to make you smile or sleep.Whatever you needed at the moment. This time I wanted you to sleep next to me.

I could hear your heartbeat as you came closer, hiding underneath the sheetsand holding my waist, needing the warmth. You must’ve been preparing the teafor a while. You always took your time. So perfectionist of you.

I held you close to me, not wanting to ever let go of you. You were my angel, my sin, my love and absolutely nothing. It was an eerie kind of thingthat you knew this. You knew what I felt and how I fell upon my wishes anddreams. How I died everyday a little more, seeing you stroll away each timeI’d try to make you hear me. Just for a while, maybe. For hours, sometimes.

It was what we needed, though. Holding each other at the sight of soft snowfalling down outside, so pure and white. And right then I knew theperfection of it all. How being here with you was enough to make my heartswell with joy and love. No matter how much it burnt my skin sometimes, nomatter how far I felt you, no matter how sick and twisted you thought I was.

I was there, forever.