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8:30, the alarm sounds... Monday, time to forget about the weekend and move on. She opens her just woke up glazed eyes, sunlight is almost blinding, pretend to exist, choose a nice combination of white shirt, skirt, and a feminine cutted suit. Skin colored tights, and 10 heel, but comfortable designer shoes. Tie the hair, a light make-up. Stop. Look at the mirror and smile. Perfect. Get the executive letter case and go. Drink a black coffee and before work, read the newspapers, check the financial market.

15:10, forgot to have lunch. Too late now, time for a meeting. Documents, phone calls, stress, projects. Go to the bank, breathe. After work, meet the friends for a whiskey, jokes and empty smiles. “Waitress, the check, please!” Go home, turn the lights on, a relaxing bath on the jacuzzi, oils and salts. Soft towel, facial creams. Have to look young. Tea with milk, sighs, think about life, her past... What if it could be diferent?

Destiny is up to us. A happy ending is guaranteed instories, not in real life. Weird, because at the same time,it makes all diference, and no difference at all. All days just go by, and you forget that they won't ever come back. That's the point on living each one of them at a time. Every single moment. Make them worth.rainy afternoons, number of movies we watched, tears we cried, cookies, songs.

One year can be measured in five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, or daylights, sunsets, midnights, smiles, rainy afternoons, number of movies we watched, tears we cried, cookies, songs.

His name will be Eric. You’ll find him someday. You will continue through life, holding hands, talking about ideals and plans and big adventures. Plan trips together, kiss on the rain, forget to sleep, telling stories until the morning. Walk, save from bus tickets the money you don't have for vacations. “Eric will understand me completely.” Complete me. She searches, every waiting line, bus and subways, she secretly looks for her soul mate. “He believes in love and loves life”, the list only grows bigger. “He will be educated”. They will decorate the apartment, paint the walls themselves, together. He will run down the stairs whenever he hears her arriving home.

She goes to bed, secretly wishing that someone was there to tuck her in and kiss her forehead. Eric survives on hope. All though work fullfills her days, her dreams cover the nights. She close her eyes, knowing he will never exist. Next day, looks at people differently, they are all the same, trying to look like they really live and are happy. Hollow hearted, she only wants to be diferent. What if she could be diferent? Choose your life, choose your job, choose your friends.

If you know that a dream is unreal, why don’t you let it go? Can you feel a little love? You're making it more complicated than it has to be. Yes, I think you could have had something real special and I’m sorry, ok? As your friend, I’m advising you to move on. There’s something better out there for you. I know it.

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8:30, the alarm sounds... Monday, time to forget about the weekend and move on. She opens her just woke up glazed eyes, sunlight is almost blinding, pretend to exist, choose a nice combination of white shirt, skirt, and a feminine cutted suit. Skin colored tights, and 10 heel, but comfortable designer shoes. Tie the hair, a light make-up. Stop. Look at the mirror and smile. Perfect. Get the executive letter case and go. Drink a black coffee and before work, read the newspapers, check the financial market.

15:10, forgot to have lunch. Too late now, time for a meeting. Documents, phone calls, stress, projects. Go to the bank, breathe. After work, meet the friends for a whiskey, jokes and empty smiles. “Waitress, the check, please!” Go home, turn the lights on, a relaxing bath on the jacuzzi, oils and salts. Soft towel, facial creams. Have to look young. Tea with milk, sighs, think about life, her past... What if it could be diferent?

Destiny is up to us. A happy ending is guaranteed instories, not in real life. Weird, because at the same time,it makes all diference, and no difference at all. All days just go by, and you forget that they won't ever come back. That's the point on living each one of them at a time. Every single moment. Make them worth.rainy afternoons, number of movies we watched, tears we cried, cookies, songs.

One year can be measured in five hundred twenty five thousand six hundred minutes, or daylights, sunsets, midnights, smiles, rainy afternoons, number of movies we watched, tears we cried, cookies, songs.

His name will be Eric. You’ll find him someday. You will continue through life, holding hands, talking about ideals and plans and big adventures. Plan trips together, kiss on the rain, forget to sleep, telling stories until the morning. Walk, save from bus tickets the money you don't have for vacations. “Eric will understand me completely.” Complete me. She searches, every waiting line, bus and subways, she secretly looks for her soul mate. “He believes in love and loves life”, the list only grows bigger. “He will be educated”. They will decorate the apartment, paint the walls themselves, together. He will run down the stairs whenever he hears her arriving home.

She goes to bed, secretly wishing that someone was there to tuck her in and kiss her forehead. Eric survives on hope. All though work fullfills her days, her dreams cover the nights. She close her eyes, knowing he will never exist. Next day, looks at people differently, they are all the same, trying to look like they really live and are happy. Hollow hearted, she only wants to be diferent. What if she could be diferent? Choose your life, choose your job, choose your friends.

If you know that a dream is unreal, why don’t you let it go? Can you feel a little love? You're making it more complicated than it has to be. Yes, I think you could have had something real special and I’m sorry, ok? As your friend, I’m advising you to move on. There’s something better out there for you. I know it.