You never know.

And my friend told me that it was worse to have the feeling of not have been loved. That it was terrible to always have been following and catching the needs of the one you love, without the other person even noticing. How could she say that was worse than to love at the wrong time? I told her she had to realize that the bastard she loved never appreciated her perfect smile as the most important thing in his life. So why the effort? She needs to think that she still has herself. Her entire dignity. And someone would find that fucking amazing someday. If it was YOU who killed the time, who dislocated the circumstances, and who wasn't able to break up with the comfort of the man who doesn't ever risk, and after all you realize it's too late to fight for a lost case. Which is the reason of continuing?

Photography: Julia Soler.