За последние 2 дня столько читала и писала на английском, что теперь, странно осознавать, проще выражать чувства и мысли на этом языке. Какая-то многозначность пропадает, кажется. По крайней мере, для меня.
So... don't mind my silly mewing, please.

It sounds like bad manners
It sounds like false music
It sounds like broken laughter
It's the sound of your unsaid promises
You'll never read this - you don't even know
I'll never tell you - these feelings just haven't ever stand further than friendship.

And of course there never will be anything like this with him. Really. I think



...so be still my heart. Because, you know, it makes everything so much easier now.