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My illness

It was just after ten and my disease continued to rise in intensity. I did not know that seek remedies to the fever that was killing me. The real problem was the thermometer. He contradicted me every time. I could not understand why the forces were slowly leaving me. I had no stimulation. No positive image could ease my pain
It was just after ten, but it seemed that the ten had never arrived. Time he stood before me, and would not go away, he could not march as he usually did.
The certainty I had was my illness. Too serious to be known, too simple to be treated. It was a sickness, a disease Qualle you come in and do not know more to go.
Then stay hours on the couch waiting for the ten arrived. The ten never arrived. Instead, that Giono was just after ten. Then it was time to get up and go to bed. Soon, very soon compared to my usual pace. My illness decided for me. The thermometer, that son of a bitch. But he kept telling me that I was not sick. Not even a line of fever in my body. From that day expecting
sms that arrives on my phone.
was just after ten and my disease continued to rise in intensity. They went back and forth frantically around the room. I was looking for handholds at each point of the house. I wanted to do something, and I could not find anything to give me a minimum of adrenaline to get up and scream.
My disease is called Monica, but Monica did not call me. Here's my problem. She was gone. Leaving me there, without understanding what had happened. Inactive.
I kept saying that both the beauty of that relationship was in its brevity. But I felt that something had fallen much further. Dug in, in fact I had already caved in by the smell in the bar. I had dug in to the sea, in the rain. It was that empty. That was my wounded pride. Toy for a quick masturbation stundetessa university away from home.
My illness was not addressed. It was useless. I should not go looking for it again.
It had been just ten. I was schizophrenic. I turned on the computer and I downloaded the mail.
There was still one of his mail.

Hello,
know that I misbehaved with you. Only I did not think I could miss you so much. Only I did not think so little of interest to not even receive a response. I wanted to tell you that I decided to leave my boyfriend. My relative has gone. And I really have parades in front of things like I do. And I want you.
Answer.

Beautiful, just beautiful. The e-mail after saying

Hello,
have changed plans for the "China Project", if you agree to participate in the project will necessarily have to leave for China and move to the next two years. Are you prepared to answer this?

A fuck all I thought. A fuck all cried through her tears. My illness was winning to me. I wanted a body over which to move. I left, I went to hell. I took one. I took her from me.
There was no fun make me. So it's not even finished. Pay a bit 'more, provided that immediately disappeared from my house. By now it was nearly eleven and a half. I did not want to sleep in the bed smeared with fake sex with that bitch. I did not want to sleep. Molested my cell phone. Molest my head. It was not me. It was my disease. I called.

"We need to see us, you're home?"
"Yes"
"I'm coming."

Parties. A fuck all.

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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.