emoce Moment maximum.
lovesickness.
Sometimes I would not believe this, what we call fate, Why?, I cuestionármelo at the moment, but it is complicated by the fact of feeling just that, a feeling so contradictory to it. Yes, Ely his strident form be. I feel so weak at times like these, but I would remind you as the best in people who have come into my life, albeit in this way, but I feel the pain I am holding it more and more this disease that completely destroys me these days, more after knowing that I'm just a fraternal organization for yourself.
is very frustrating knowing this, that I can not be anyone other than a parent, or brother, for you could not trust myself or hopefully by that Indeed, everything I stopped this total lack of product in my way, I know, maybe I am submissive and very tactile thing for you. I say things the way they least wanted to say them, and I guess more than anything so I write this, to tell you I love you, because I am unable to accept the fact and say to the face.
And it all began a typical day, when our vision was reflected in the other one, I looked in your eyes immediately felt a warm welcome to them. I guess all I wanted at that time was to hold, or come to you and then tell your personality from the first time I saw intrigued me so sick, and could not let you escape, but was not properly able to respond subtly to your hugs, those who completely dislodged me though were the first.
appreciated the desire to be with you, protect you and do not let you go again, but no, fate played a trick on me with the passing of the days, months and years. I conquistándote little by little, and I feel a brotherly love of you, was not exactly what I wanted in itself, but trying to accept the best.
I'm still writing, and questioning myself why I feel this even though people have other ancillary opportunities. But being so stuck you do to reject all proposals suggestive.
what, I hate myself for it a thousand and one times that I think. I do not know and do not understand why of things, and how he got all of this, to this degree by having 6 hours alienated the feelings I feel for you and yours, of which I am not sure, but I have a damn idea in my head forever always formulate ideas opposed to positivism. I hate my little hobby obstinacióny worst, I can not do anything against it.
want to see you now, but I can not do something that goes against my thinking and moral. I can not argue that they've applied all my life, and that generation has been spread in my roots.
And now I'm seeing through the glass that waning moon shining in my room, this room that desolate for obvious reasons, it is. Bergamot tea he drank it minutes ago is intact and essentially lost, senseless and cold. Frivolous, and perhaps my heart is torn to pieces and even asked to Silky Brownie desire to magically bring this dark place, it would not be able to tell you what I feel and reassemble this puzzle full of confusion and disappointment called obsession, love, madness, disease.
close my eyes for a moment and try to regain hope, hope in this fairy tale. But it is difficult, so much so that I can not reach a specific goal and concise. I see your smile through my consciousness and that kills me most, as these captive desire to want to always get me riled up with your heroic decisióny thus see things and you call it in those moments of despair itself. I do not know what else to do, I'm desperate now and unconsciously Stupidity makes me desperate and distressing things. Broken glass, marble tea cup shattered, I reiterate, as my corazóny my soul for this feeling dull, the aroma of the tea essence of moldy wood attached to this habitació No of memories, and also pain in my right hand fragmented product crystals by this impotence, crimson in my old fashion fetish in my face. I feel this is driving me crazy and sick, addicted, dissolute, chronic and common sense. And I questioned my subconscious and the fate of the fact on why these challenges life hands me which would not accept and send to hell. I want to see and nothing else, stop this agony on myself and it is eternal and uncontrollable, but I see only despair in this way. I would go by my own happiness, but always look for others, in this case you, but not show it I really want to see you smile, although sometimes bother me the reasons why you do it is usually to annoy me and feel superior to me because of the past. Sometimes I wonder when these differences will stop this war of qualities and idolatry own, I understand that is all I reverse your personality and your way of being itself, and that is exactly what attracts me and tells me to depend on you, although in the past everything was dissimilar.
How do I change these shameful feelings of love?, I feel my heart overflow effectively and in a row that I can not get to control them, is absurd and actually understand it. I want to escape, run it, do not feel that is true and certain that dogmatically am able to feel anguish and sorrow of all that really is poisoning, killing, destroying and harassing internally.
Take my hand dyed my pain to my face, trying to wipe the moisture accompanying these tears on my face, but only deprive them of hundreds more this agony. Total reluctantly sigh and anger, euphoria hipocresíay contained, even seizing the fact of why I come to these situations because of something that future will be vague. Just step back in myself and as I walk back to that litter, which also brought me a thousand memories of your visits, that last and silly drunk, just keep wondering why I got a day like this that point to plead and say all this odyssey in the most detached and dislocated. I do not blush, but I know I'm doing, just thinking about it fills me with memories of that night where we would share a moment as only those who share it, but I can still feel the heat from your lips, breathing slowly and desperate to get my stimulus and only vague feelings that are etched in my consciousness for a period of time routine. For a moment I did not notice this bleeding and just felt my heart pounding in side effects. I remember vividly what you told me clarify my feelings after such an illogical manner, and I would not erase my memory jamásy that this situation may someday come to reality, back to hold , return to feel lust for one night only Masya best it really would confirm these existential questions hover in my head.
(...) To be continued? .
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