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impotence before heaven

The sky is never on my side. I was convinced then, I am more convinced now. The sky is angry with me for some sin in my past lives. I do not think that he was so bad then I deserve what happened in those days.
I remember every moment of the bloody morning.
I went to bed very late the night before, around making spree along with Henry and colleagues at the office. I woke with a headache very strong, but in a good mood with a slight smile on his face. Things were turning in the right way. It was a delightful time. I was experiencing a new love story, I was back to hanging out with friends and I could even find my job interesting. I had a sense of fulfillment in my life. I wanted to thank those who helped me up there in this thing. It was one morning in early summer, when schools are closed, and traffic in cities is greatly diminished. I could go along the main road, with no problems of late, without having to make those miles more to avoid the pit in the morning.
I was so early that I even stopped to breakfast at the bar, a pool table, relaxing in the light of that great sun of June. As a good Italian average was reading the page of the Official market of football, and I wondered where perennially loss-making company could make a jump out that money, and above all, because one who works, exaggerating, thirty hours a week, has to take it a thousand times I take that salary working forty. It made me even more angry to think that it would take a thousand times better than me, complained to earn little. I know, maybe it was just my envy, but this was the thought that he put on his head. So I decided that this morning I went to the internet to try to spy on the company accounts of football teams.
Henry joined me at the bar, and we had breakfast together, discussing on the spot market this or that team. The bartender there was behind the wheel, honestly when the speech went on rising stars and champions from foreign teams I did not speak, from my total ignorance on the subject.
I went into the office with little work to do. I was called immediately by my boss.

"Hello"
"Good morning, how are we going?"
"Very well, thank you" "Good. Listen, I wanted to talk a bit 'of the project that we must follow in China. "
"Tell me ..."
"Well it takes a team of people who follow him, and she should be part of this team. For the moment it is not necessary that she moves, it can track everything from here. Only that will happen during the months of having to go and do some inspection. Of course you will be coordinated by me. If you agree that you will now occupy solely and exclusively for this project. There is also a part of economic interest. "
" It's definitely an interesting proposal. What do you mean the economic interest? "

handed me a sheet made of tables and figures. It was unmissable opportunity, time taken until the following week to respond. Surely it was a beautiful morning. It was really an unforgettable time, but then I went to the desk and checked the e-mail. There was a Monica:

Hello, how are
'? I'm crying incessantly for two days. There are many things I do not know me, and I've never told. Now I can not live with this burden on his conscience.
You know I am a student, I live thousands of miles from here. I keep myself to the librarian. Except that thousands of miles from here, I have another life.
You know, tomorrow I have to urgently start to go find my friend who is ill. Only that's not why I write.
I have to tell me. I are not what you think. In my country I have a boyfriend. As soon as I finish university I will come back to him and get married. See, are not as pure as you believe me.
There are many other things that you do not know, but do not look for more.
I have loved you, Monica



I made no sign, I forwarded the mail to Henry. He replied:

or I'll go to take leave or lose.

The sky is never on my side, I thought. Never left the office to go back to Monica. I did not answer the mail. Just cursed to myself.

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The heat on the lips that divorces loneliness

I found myself alone. By choice or by chance, not important. But I could not stay long in that situation. I desperately need to hear and see Monica, to call her, tell her everything. Force myself not to. A
torture that I was doing alone, continue to look at the phone and look for a why to that situation.

I looked at him, then turns it off to turn a moment later. He continued in his sad silence.
I thought that the more time passed, the more I would have lost credibility. So I found an excuse to hear it and gave in to temptation. After a full day of hesitation I called her stupid. I told her that I wanted to be with her, talk a bit '. She took time. How to blame her, moreover, I had spent a week in complete silence, and then all of a sudden, I resubmitted as if nothing had happened.
I called two hours later, said that if I had a little 'free time the next day. I took the chance.

I found myself alone in the house. By choice or by chance, it did not matter much, a little later time would not have been more. I was getting ready to go get Monica to her home. I felt the shaking him, the breath went away, my heart always seemed more of a punk drummer, the stomach turned on himself, his hands trembling. I felt fine. Someone calls these feelings "symptoms of love" Henry told me so. If I had these things before you go to get Monica, then I think that she really liked. He said that was his yardstick to see if a girl is really interested or not.
do those street was becoming a pleasant habit, even if he loses the pleasure of discovery that I had at first. Monica arrived home without even noticing, as if the street know that since I was born.
get ice cream together, talking about this and that. As if to postpone the time of enlightenment, as if to regain the lost harmony during the week.
a walk for a long time until I find a bench. We sat down, she leaned her head on my legs. I stroked her face and hair, my hand slipped on his body stretched out, then took her, and she seemed to expect more. We spent time in eternal silence. I wondered what he could think of me, his blank stare. I watched her every now and then I lost myself. My thoughts and united in doubt "must be thinking what the other" and in fact

"What are you thinking?"
"No, I try to enjoy the moment"
"I like being here, as I caress you know ?
"I love it too be here with you. What are you thinking? "
" I try to understand your thoughts. Why are you gone? "

was right, that moment was to come, I should confess the whole truth.

"Michael and I broke up ..."
"I Got?"
"too. You betrayed me for two months with another "
" I'm sorry ... "
" I'm not that much. But I wanted to spend some 'alone. I did not want you to be the nail crushing nail "

smiled in silence, then slid his hand through my hair. I leaned against his belly. I felt that slowly tightened his embrace. I was ecstatic, I really like being alone, not by chance but because God had given me a few short tour of paradise. I closed my eyes at those moments cuddled. I was shaking a bit '. I began to dream.
A slight warmth on my lips I brought in a more pleasant reality.

I went home, I was alone. By choice or by chance I do not know. Never mind, actually I knew that I would have been still long.

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Doubts, solutions, and the beer far

What would be the best choice? Let Michael and throw myself headlong into this affair with Monica? Confessing all? To pretend that this was just a hiccup and move on as if nothing had happened?
My week of vacation is ending. It was Monday. I had to appear before the office.
Avevo una strana voglia di andare in ufficio. Come non mi capitava da tempo. Non sentivo i colleghi da una settimana, un tempo infinito per chi è abituato a vivere a braccetto per l’intera giornata da cinque anni a questa parte.
Una voglia strana mi persuadeva. Avevo voglia di parlare, di raccontare la mia notte magica in riva al mare. Dovevo pulirmi la coscienza in qualche modo. Ci voleva un amico. Uno di cui fidarmi fino in fondo. Per fortuna in ufficio c’era Enrico.
Appena mi vide capì subito.

“Caffè prima di iniziare?”
“Ovviamente!”

Con Enrico c’è sempre stato un rapporto molto franco. Io gli raccontavo i fatti miei e lui i suoi. Mi fidavo molto him, I knew that when he spoke he did so for my own good. His advice had always been very precious. He had all the qualities that must have a good friend.
I needed him. Do not really know which way to turn around. In recent days I was totally disconnected from the world. I had heard more or Monica or Michael. I wanted to be alone to think about what I had done.
Henry thought for a long time. The situation was perhaps more complicated than previously thought. He said that if I had not wanted to hear Monica was because I did not care about her, was the only way to make me understand that Michael could no longer work. He told me to go to Michi and tell her everything, or almost.

I climbed the stairs to Michael. I imagined the conversation that I would have said. "You know love, I think that our lives are taking different roads ..." beautiful as an attack. Or I could say "Michelle - do not call it love so already understand - I think that we are not meant to be" easy and straightforward.
I opened the door grim. He was very angry for my silence the last few days probably. He turned away, without even giving me a kiss.

"Sit"
"Hello, Michi ..."
"I need to talk."

"..."
"I do not know how to do it, but it's just that you know. I have betrayed you. I do two months now. I have another. "
" ... "
" Do not say anything "
" ... "
" So? "
" I hope it is much better than me, because now I'll hold. "

I got up, took the door and I left. Inside I mingled anger, sadness, desolation. The tears were falling into his face, but I tried to hold it inside. It was stupid to cry for her. Then I had gone there to confess the same thing.
two months. Two months of betrayal. That was the difference, I'd had a fling. You two months. It was really a new story. The hated so much.
while returning by car Michelle called me the most times on the phone. I took a deep breath and tried to answer calmly.

"Tell me"
"I do not think he should speak instead of go away like that?"
"Not really, but if you tell me something, tell me."
"You know, I think it was your own fault if I have betrayed. Do not you took a meticulous care more than me, made me feel more important as before, and I have found another. "
" Well, happy for you. I want to give the blame because our history has failed? You gotta clean conscience? Or something else. The blame there any I have, and there you have the. You dedicated your life to the career, you have completely forgotten a story with me. I'm also happy if someone makes me feel important. I think we have nothing to say. "
" But listen ... "
" I've heard too much, now let go if you construct a life somewhere else. "

I wanted to hear Monica tell you everything. Even if she would feel this to be drab. Then I called Henry. We went for a beer, thirty miles from our city.

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The sea, the rain and kissing

is easy to be the sea. You angry, you cling to the stones, then swing away and let the world as it is. Nobody can say anything.
odors while enjoying the water I thought I would send to this thing. I would like to be able to return to the water that danced beneath my feet.
now what else I have to lose. I just strongly now that Michael had nothing to say. Perhaps it would be helpful to pause between us. Only I did not believe in breaks, and do not really believe it still. Probably I still love her so much, maybe I loved her more than boring routine where I wanted to escape but in those days. The thoughts in my head continued to overlap. I wondered if it was more courageous escape from that situation, look for a new place where to live or remain anchored to that cold and gray cast iron block that was becoming my life. You
easy to be the sea. Do what you want, play with who's inside. When someone you're not 'swallow the good in you. It is so easy to be charming and beautiful. Malignant and desserts.
I was afraid of the sea at that time. So quiet and calm. I was afraid of me. For my silence. The rain began to fall on me.
ran to the first free arcade.

"Hey what are you doing here?"

was Monica. It was beautiful. The trick light, very sweet. Only better to color her face fantastic. Do not spend hours many words to describe how beautiful she was at that time. I could not make the homage it deserves. But if one day you'll never learn to describe in detail the beauty, then I'll also tell you how wonderful it was at that time.
I took a small breath. I did not expect her own. But actually I wanted it strongly. I went up to her small town located just to see it in passing. But he was right in front of me.
He was with his girlfriend and two other boys. Very high. Fashionable clothes. At that moment I felt out of place. Out of fashion. I thought maybe it was time for guys like those were returned to the sea. I stopped to talk a bit 'with everyone. The two boys were more interested in the breast of the other rather than to what the words which revolved around them. The friend did not seem to feel any pain, Monica, however, made me realize to digest the bad company. Greeted with a trivial excuse and the other three went to my car.

There is nothing more romantic of the rain that falls on the calm sea.
is easy to be the sea under these circumstances. The rain falls, and you stay there for her. It Trai benefit, purify yourself, add a little 'to your water. The cradle in the waves. I was there to envy him. In the dimness of the lights of the port, with a fantastic girl. Expecting only one of its signal. A hand touched. A look right. It was not long at the bottom. It was she who kissed me looking at me, and then some. Left to run his fingers through my hair, I grabbed her neck, I held her face in my hands. We were lovers, we were incredulous. I was shaking. She squeezed harder.
I was cheating on my girlfriend.
A sudden remorse of conscience seized me.

"No, wait. I can not "

She smiled at me, pushed me towards her until I live on his breath. I looked down. He kissed me again.

"I know that you can not, but I know you want"

the rain stopped. We were arm in arm to see what was going on outside. She suggested that I throw into the sea. It was a great cold, but very little time we were already in the water to warm. A shake faster and faster.
That evening we went right to the sea.

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time, the cops and lost opportunities

My life has always been a festival of missed opportunities. Always, from elementary to be so.
As I was writing that message to Monica, I told myself that at least this time it was supposed to be. Although his answer was quite eloquent message:

"One evening when you want no problem."

No, perhaps we had not understood. I wanted to see her that night. So what to do? Push a little 'and insist on the accelerator, or drop. I was, as usual. What I love is not never know what to do. What I do not guess it never with women. Sometimes I wondered how I had done to win the girls earlier. Love is like music. Two people must be in tune with each other, and most importantly, they must keep time. Time I ever went there. Always comes with one or two bars late.
As usual in my house with my girlfriend out to dinner and a guy that wanted to go, but probably I was slowly rejecting.
not take much to understand the rejection of a girl. Just touch her hand by mistake. If she moves her hand, then there is very little hope.
I was so myself. I used to trouble for anything. Davo gestures much more important than words. Only then the interpretation, it was all mine. Many times I chose what I would be more evil. For the pleasure to stay there.
I was thinking too. Monica. Now I had to hear her.
picked up the phone and I was already down the stairs.

'Go right, then tonight. In half an hour you are "

not much choice left them in fact. I was already in the car before she could answer me something. The seconds that passed until she told me they were very slow. I looked nervously at the phone, remove the ring, then put it back. Move it on the dashboard, then the passenger seat, still on the dashboard, then. Then finally the message came.

"Ok I'll wait."

The first step had been done. Very good, I managed to overcome this. Now maybe came a step more difficult. Do not become one with whom you can happily talk, or a good confidant, and probably make it clear that I did not want that from her. It was what I wanted too?
A more doubt on the accelerator pressed, before I came to Monica, my first questions would be solved.
Then another sms:

"Love is free, I'll see you soon to be '?"

Now what I should do. As always, even now I was out of time.
But Michael could not use me so. Always having to submit to its commitments. I was still a bit 'stronger. Then a light. Fighters.
half an hour I held firm. I sent a text message to Monica I asked her to wait. She said she had to do with a friend, and there was no problem. I said to Michael that I had another commitment now.
I reported this thing to cop shit, was impassive in making its checks. It would certainly end in fine. I saved that stopped two guys completely drunk and wasted no time with me.
I was the only one who had lost everything at that time. I had gone out of time again.