kept me hold you all night. Embrace me this morning. He shook him as he cried. And I said goodbye again. More clearly. More calmly. As gently as possible. Goodbye. Not I was happy. Our lives together were flashes of happiness in the middle of nowhere. This he said. May. He added. Then he stated: for more than a year. Finally he admitted: for over two years. Two years of no happiness can not be erased in any way. Two years of happiness are not as dark falls on the head and separates from the body. There is no return. There is no way out. And while he understands more and more clearly, do not love me at all, I understand, more clearly, love him so much. And realizing that the love you so much I realize that I'm in love with him again. Again. As at the beginning. Like when I stayed hours watching the phone to call me. As expected when the with anxiety and looked in that special way. That there's never been anyone else.
remains his affection. Still my love.
"If we want to go for a ride on my new car."
But next year, which means less than a month, or perhaps sooner, if his heart throb again, will you.
I'm wrong. Very bad. I've never been so bad. Never for anybody.
Whatever had happened to me in the past, he was there to catch me. And the past was him. Him for 15 years. Almost 15. Would have been 15 on Jan. 5.
And we did it ... I do not have it done.
I miss so much. I miss her. I miss her. I miss her.
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