Nine - Do not want
It is already Friday and I did not. In the sense that I'm not in the mood for the weekend.
I do not feel anything in the air, Holiday Perhaps it is just lack of sleep, the thoughts of me do the same effect as coffee and inventory after the evening yesterday I made a tremendous effort to sleep.
This morning I wanted to sleep again, then I said "by that is the latest, tomorrow you sleep" and I crawled to the bathroom, where I saw, looking in the mirror, I do not ever take for example an advertisement `of snacks.
But then again, who cares.
am a complaining, I know.
Are not ever coming from the stage of adolescence Ophelia: I am picking up my pain again in the crucible dust around with the long black train. I must find something against which to do so entangled.
I should learn to take things more philosophy, to expect less, worry less. `` I'll think
Monday.
today are concentrated on the trip tomorrow we go to find friends who are a hundred kilometers.
We will be he and I in the car. No people or computers, television or alternatively by forming filler, screen, filter.
keep thinking about and imagine possible by engaging in conversation, to look up words air bag not to be too bad.
I fill my head and if we hope.
I should stop.
stop passing the time in a parallel dimension to our living in an unhealthy relationship where my confusion and I would have liked, the projections of the dreaded "so if we continue '," the parallels with that which we were or could have be: the land of the imperfect, understood as verb tenses and more.
In the rare moments when I come to terms with myself, I recognize that this is the man I chose, and that since I deeply squeamish, then should not be like evil.
`It is not so bad.
People are boring, for the most part, often annoys me, as I understand it often transparent.
He did not. Boredom no, never.
And without doing anything special.
It is true, there are beautiful things that most do not live here, as when the children go to university.
Going to the office today while I was stopped at a red light I came to mind is a vivid and painful as a slap in the face: the two of us, for fun, but a game for adults, using every red light to kiss.
It is not the first time that an image like this leaves me almost breathless, and it will no last. We
we spend a whole day in bed, he says, "we should do more social life" before sinking into me, I do not know stop me smile just because I caress one hand while we're out with friends, that we invent stories and give their children names that perhaps we will never, naked in bed playing and making us laugh, what are we to feel good.
are like snapshots, postcards of places visited, unearthed in an old drawer. Only in those places I can go back there. And in those places is the man I really love that I was. With the man who
I passed the water before I asked, who was on the phone with me until I heard `smile, who was only four hundred kilometers to go with me at night.
My current partner has to fear only one man, only to be jealous of him: the man he was. It `
, I know, you can not love a ghost.
I start to really live, not as if everything that I have left of this story was an album of faded photos and postcards.
`People do not change so much.
It is said that women choose men who meet in half, thinking that they could then change the rest according to their wishes.
Not me, I had a man to love one piece.
It is not possible that I have left him less than half.
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