.

were

in love

madly

in love

they could easily

kill

for the other

and run

away

but never apart

“Crazy, but I love her, I could never run from her... But, what the fuck is love with no pain, no suffer?”

What a plot, better narrative than that show of yours, Camilita, hahaha

Like, is it too difficult to idk, write a fic where Camila's an artisanal coffee shop owner that’s starting to develop a hard crush on the mysterious and kinda very silence beanie’s girl who have a very unique accent and since a week or so, happens to always stop by at her store around 9 o’clock in the morning, just to have a very strong and without sugar but a bit of honey coffee; while sitting across the room just for their eyes to meet continuously because the mysterious girl, who’s called Lauren, also have a crush on the sweet barista, for them to after realize that their non-existence relationship is impossible ‘cause Camila actually has a kind of weird fear to leave her city and chase the unknown and Lauren’s a backpacker who can't stay quiet a second and is always on the road... Is it?

IS IT?

I’m... Just think abt it. Thx 4 coming to my ted talk

I miss camren btw :(

She's a rare girl. One of those that doesn't break in the storm, because she's the storm that breaks.One of those that don't invite you a simple cup of coffee, to chat and look each other eyes, but let you chat with the coffee inside her eyes.

She's a rare girl. So rare that, instead of educating only her mind, she also educates her soul. So rare that when her life rains, she doesn't use an umbrella to evade it, because she prefers to get wet in experience, and feel what it has to feel, and live when it has to live. 

And instead of going around the puddles, she prefers to jump over them, because she says that ignoring the bleeding only makes us bleed more, and there's no really a way to do what it has to be done. 

She's a rare girl. One of those that more than a person, seems like a galaxy. One of those few that shouldn't have a name, because names make them belong to something and subjugate themselves to something, and stars like her, should never be taken hold by anything or anyone.

She's rare, one of those that I would call love, one of those that when the pains of her soul get condensed in that pair of clouds—that, for me are a universe, but she calls "eyes"—, and over that beautiful face of her end up raining, a rainbow get born below, a rainbow that stubborn, she insists on calling smile.

They're rare girls, yeah. As rare as everyone here should ever be.

And when everything was gone, even their voices; they decided to stay.

And finally, voiceless, they could really say something.

When I'm extremely sad, all I want to do is to look at dawns.

That's why instead of laughing, I'd rather see you laugh.

When you do it, your eyes light up more than a thousand suns...

You’re simply worth to look at, worth more than ten thousand dawns.

And with you dawning and with me making you dawn, is when I know, it would be perfect to stay.

To always stay, and maybe, make an eclipse.

Just merch.

Once.

And twice.

And over

and over again.

It’s merch.

It’s a stare.

Or two.

Or more.

Many more.

It’s a hug.

Lots of them actually.

Given with closed eyes,

tender smiles,

sweet caresses,

and so much affection.

It’s a joke, 

a couple of them.

It’s making the fool together

And end up laughing with the other 

or of each other...

It’s a hbd quote.

It’s a picture taken by a stranger.

It’s a nickname.

And another one.

It's a concert.

It's a tweet.

It’s messing with each other.

but also, it’s being there for the other,

laughing at the jokes no one else would laugh,

embracing things few gonna embrace.

It’s flirting.

It’s a song.

It’s wishing all can fit in a single post, 

but knowing there’s a lot we haven’t seen, 

a lot more we can’t see, 

and other few that we had seen

that is just impossible get all in one shot, 

´cause it´s history.

It’s a Cuban girl raised in Miami

and another Cuban girl born in Miami.

who after seeing each other for mere coincidence in a TV show, 

couldn't avoid but fall for one another.

And hurts.

It hurts how someone can be so cruel.

It's painful how someone can care less about something as breathtaking as love. As their love.

It hurts how much everything has changed. How they went from being side by side...

to have to be meters away.

How they went from showing us pure love through soft touches and gentle stares...

to have to silence the soul, keeping everything quiet, dark and kinda blue.

It hurts how much they make them change, how much they silence them.

Because if the mouth has to swallow words and the eyes have to blind themselves, it isn't for them.

Because if the hands can't follow their paths back home, and their bodies get cold, it isn't for lack of affection but lack of freedom.

It's because of they; they who stole those sweet smiles and lovely eyes.

They who make them cry, who make them live in darkness and who make them fall like the tears rolling down their cheeks.

They who make them change.

They who break them apart.

Everything has changed, and it hurts.

Understand Camren for dummies.

Greettings everybody!!!

Today, in this new section, "how to" Camren edition, we’re going to see a little excerpt of the chapter 1432 (cries in 5H): “Breaking down the word of La idioma aka Lauren aka Lern Jergi.”

Here we go:

And that’s all, see you later guys!!!

...

Hahahah, so, I don't know what is happening, I was bored...

Opinions?

So, I'm trying this format of work, do you like it?

Committed.

You and I are committed, and the ring wasn't necessary; it was enough to find what I didn't know I had lost, it was enough to look into your eyes and see that ethereal shine, those little stars sparkling only for me.

Only with me.

Committed.

I committed to you and everything you could ever be...

You know I'm yours.

I could forever be yours...

Me and that silly smile of mine that flourish with each one of your funny faces. Me and the need of my kisses to erase all the sad pouts and sweet grimaces that appear on that face of yours.

Me and my hands that live to walk with tenderness around your skin.

Me and my mind that all it knows is to get you in every thought and taste I may ever have. Me and my I love you's, me and my I like it's. Because I really like it.

I like the way your lips curves and your eyes stares in expectative after every foolish joke you do.

I like your childish manners,

and your maturity when’s necessary.

I like the fact that you close your eyes when you sing, but I like even more the fact that your thumb rubs my hand when you’re doing it only for me.

I even like your name, every damn letter of it.

I like it.

I swear I truly do it, because I love to be committed to you; and the reason of all this, is: that after all these years, after all these expectations, I learned...

Your soul and mine are committed to love each other, just as the Sun is committed to die everyday for the Moon to could shine.

Hi again... Hope to see you around, any mistake, I truly sorry :'(

COMO LA GENTE NORMAL

A veces, desearía habernos conocido como lo hace la gente normal.

Habernos conocido quizá en un café, o por mera casualidad en algún rincón de la universidad.

Tal vez en la banca de un parque, o sencillamente, descubriendo un día, que vivo dentro de tus hermosos ojos y no deseo nunca irme de tan maravilloso lugar.

A veces, desearía habernos conocido sin restricciones.

Sin mentiras.

Sin personas gritando en nuestras caras que no deberíamos ser de la manera en la que somos.

Porque somos reales y diferentes; y lo que es real y diferente, les asusta como no tienes idea. No lo comprenden, quieren entender tanto y el amor no se entiende, que cuando se dan cuenta el amor se les terminó escabullendo de las manos...

A  veces desearía habernos conocido como lo hace la gente normal... Pero solo a veces. Porque luego, cuando miro dentro de tus ojos, sin palabras físicas que decir, solo tú mirada en la mía, y mi sonrisa en la tuya, lo sé.

Mi corazón comienza a fundirse sobre ti, y tus pequeños lindos ojos comienzan a destellar...

Y en nuestro intercambio típico de cada noche oscura en intimidad, tu tomas mi aliento, yo tomo tú mano, y el viento susurra entre mis labios y tú oído con la ayuda de nuestras voces, tiernos y cálidos: Te amo.

Y ahí está mi respuesta. Ahí en tú boca dulce. En tus roces tiernos. En nuestros corazones enamorados...

Nosotras no podríamos habernos conocido como lo hace la gente normal, por la sencilla razón de que lo que nosotras tenemos, no está hecho para cobardes la gente normal.

...

Bueno, este post como ya deberán haberlo visto, quizá, originalmente lo hice en inglés, pero al ver la respuesta inesperada que recibí, y tan hermosos mensajes y reacciones de muchos, decidí postearlo también en español, quizá a ustedes también les agrade, y nada, solo quería compartirlo. Arriba el ánimo hermanos, Camren es la historia de amor más linda del universo, no la dejemos morir.

Hasta el próximo post, si les gusta que publique en español háganmelo saber, hahaha, en español le echo más azucar porque...Pues porque es terreno conocido :v

Camren shippers be like:

The girls be like:

THE WORLD BE LIKE:

But don't worry, I gotchu. I fix it.

One of the most painful things:

to ship Camren and have to see them PR acts.

Or even worse:

to meet Camren at 2017-2018, decide to ship it, and discover that they not even talk in public now.