Building Wooden Swing

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.

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selfishness, betrayal and sms

"Yesterday I did not even ask your name."
"True! Monica I'm Pleasure. "
" My pleasure Monica. You have your chart? "
" I did not understand your name ... "
"..." The

waited after the closing time for the library. We went to a coffee bar in the keeper of my favorite perfume.
Monica was twenty-five years. An academic career to be completed, and a family that could not stand. So a twenty-five normal.
She was of the place. It took me to visit some of the narrow alleys of the city. Stone steps leading up to the top, under porches full of moisture. We walked the talk and remove the stones to rain, from one topic to another with ease. The most trivial thing to say now is that it seemed we had known a life. I'll try not to tell, but unfortunately was.
I spoke at length about his political beliefs. Of its ideology. How he influenced his school choices.
went into a perfume store. It was there that resent my perfume so loved.

"This, he is my favorite perfume."
"Really? Do you think that just the other day I had tried here. I often come here. It is one of my favorite stores. I love the smells. "

she could not be the guardian of my perfume. Although the first few days he was wearing and I had heard. It would be something so obvious and banal, obvious. These things only happen in movies. If it were a movie, I would have accompanied home. We would have kissed her under the door, and then we'll forget all about Michael rose. Instead we talked for hours of my esteem for my girl, I remember talking to Monica for reasons of my love for her. It was great. I felt stupid. A look behind me, a happiness that I had instead. By Monica talked for a long time. We exchanged phone numbers and then I ran back home.
prepared a delicious dinner. Spaghetti with seafood, shrimp, and then the meat, and lots of good white wine. All for my love. I called ecstasy, I was very happy to me.

"Love Come on, come and eat with me tonight?"
"Darling I have a commitment tonight."
"The references, at least this time, please, we're not ever together."
"I can not, is a very important commitment,"
"Dai Michi please ..."
"But that can only think of you? You're a selfish bastard. Do your cocks and then demand that others are to your comfortable. I told you I'm busy and it is a very important business dinner! "
" I can not go with you? "
" ... "
" Hello ... "
" No. ... I do not like '. I salute you who are already late. "

I found myself there in my house with a dinner prepared by two. Moreover, was based tuttoa fish, and I do not like fish, but Michael liked to die.
Citofonai and condominiums upstairs. I left my dinner with them.
looked forward to the phone, as if waiting for something. I thought it would be better to betray Michael with Monica that day. Because he deserved it. I was not selfish. Especially now, after a while I had a great desire to hear Monica, I would have been hours on the phone with her talking. I should betray Michael, at least now I only regret and the consciousness that with my favorite librarian was just physical attraction. I picked up the phone to turn it off when he got a text message:

"Hey, I do not even write: With the beautiful day? ;-))"

I was smiling. I thought it was a trivial thing to write something like that to a girl, as when he was fifteen. I did not think much. I replied instinctively

"Well, I'm sorry ... But if you like 'we can also pass a lovely evening ..."