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.
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 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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