na heterosexual boyfriend once suggested something to me and ordered me to destroy me, a married woman older than me, a woman much older than me dealing with many women whose heart but for some reason I did not. And no use complaining much, unless it is intended to be bitter at my mother and the friend who accompanied me a few hours today. So yes, my feelings are of little use.
But it has not ended there. There is someone who not imagine how I feel. And what I feel is fear because I like to be able to be part of his life, he has suffered in the same amount that I, though in different ways. But it is so graceful, so perfect, so feminine, so all that I have not got to be (she) fails to see me morea simple support not really know why. And another person who is supposed to know that one day I liked it, but knows that beyond every time I see (the truth is that has been what has caused me goodness, but today was not good day to discover how things were.) We return to the only person who really deserves to lose a bit of time trying to make her feel better. Ella. That person is not going to read me. That is not going to leave your comments and we may never know that one day I felt something for her. Is it worth the silence? Is it worth the silence of this woman, Daphne, and Erato, of Clio, for all that in the last two years have occupied a special place in my life?
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