✖ Justin bieber ✖ Née le premier mars mille neuf cent quatre vingt quatorze ✖ Agée de vingt trois ans ✖ A London, Ontario au Canada ✖ Auteur-compositeur-Interprète ✖ Acteur ✖ Je suis en couple, Florina mon bébé ✖ Sans meilleurs amis ✖ Purpose ✖
When two people complement each other and are perfectly fit to be together, they do not end one day or another. They meet again in a supermarket, in a street corner. And they can each have two children, a little dog and a husband or a wife they love that will not change anything. Two soulmates always end up being together.
All his smiles, all his laughs, are lies. The reason she smiles is for you to notice. But you do not notice it. And even if she wants to forget you every time she hears your voice, your name, or she sees her heart this clip. It hurts him to know you so close, but at the same time so far from her. Every day, every hour, it sinks because of your indifference. Certainly, it is not the prettiest, the most intelligent. But she would have liked it for you. She does not sleep anymore you know, her nights are a nightmare she never ceases to cry. His hair is looking at them, they are tied down in vulgar ways, like horses made to go fast. Before she always used to tie them with a pretty bar, to make a braid or to smooth them. And his makeup does not even exist anymore. Her dark circles are so visible, as if she wanted you to see how badly you hurt her. This mark of fatigue does not only show that she cries every night, but also that in the depths of her suffering is deep, as if etched on her heart. Your name is engraved on his heart. Before, she used any pretext to be near you, she went to the bottom of the row when you were there, she tried to become friends with yours. But now she does everything to avoid you, and she ignores you. Whenever you walk by her, she just wants to shake you up and make you understand how crazy she is about you, how much more she dies every second without you. But she is always happy to let the air flow that you provoke when you pass near her to refresh her skin. She smiles. In front of her mirror she smiles, in front of her friends she smiles. Deep inside her, she screams, she's screwed up. She desires more than anything else that she can not have, a filthy thing that makes her suffer every day but that she can not help but love despite everything.
I have always been taught to stay dignified, strong, and keep my head up no matter what. But sometimes it's hard. It's hard to say we're fine, when we'd just scream and cry. It's hard to forget that we're in pain, that this little thing that makes us live and that beats suffers. But I believe that to live fully and to be happy you must suffer. And thinking of hungry children in Africa has never helped anyone to forget. In any case, never let yourself go down. Beat you. Remember that if you are on Earth, you are someone unique and exceptional.