Everything was confusing.
tried not to think, no reason, let alone remember.
did not want to look back and see where it knew Santi.
This love gave us blame them. For the memories, so many things!
Santi When I had confessed that his feelings had changed, that day, I remember that, among other things, I said
- I do not turn, what happens, who is now? Marce?
had been the girlfriend of his best friend (Diego), which was the godfather of his daughter.
had also been with Gus, the brother of her current best friend Marc.
did not want to feel that way, but I watched closely as a control that walked hand in hand, or from body to body. And always in the same circle.
feared this was only a fever but was awake because his confession.
And the sad thing is that I knew that if things went bankrupt, lost more than a friend.
Many times my ex I questioned the fact that I was not risking anything.
And it's true.
Since my separation with my pig ex-husband, I decided to step firm. Not only for me but for my daughter.
know my daughter since she was in my belly and loves her dearly.
On that side there was no problem, but worth it ... take the plunge and risk a friendship and loyalty of years??
Media drunk as he was that night, I tried to take away all of my mind. My head never stops, never stops.
And I was amazed and appalled at what I refused to acknowledge.
- Come? - Santi asked, extending his hand.
knew that if I accepted your invitation, it would be all or nothing.
And the heart prevailed over reason.
We left the bowling alley, nervous, with many things in our heads, but with the conviction that what we felt was not fuck, and if we risked, we had to work hard in this regard.
- Want to be my girlfriend?
God, how did you not hear a formal proposal as well!
After twenty, with a separation and a daughter in tow, gave things for granted.
- I want, but I talk about living together!
Santi knows that there will not hook up! At least for now.
Our fundamental basis for this relationship laid him
- I want to be friends above anything. That if we spoke all, that is maintained.
- And if you break the relationship? You know I'm not friends with my ex.
- Why do you talk to an end when not even begin to write the foreword. Learn how to live day by day, and handle situations when they arise. I think bitter in advance for something that has not happened yet, is to waste energy in vain when you can transfer that same energy into enjoying the present. And when we have our crisis, I know I need to be alone, I should not pressure you and when you miss, you need to fix it all, for better or for worse.
He knows me better than anyone else, no doubt about it.
And he took a chance to live fully this feeling that began to emerge strongly. Perhaps it was always there, asleep.
Santi is a poet. Both said we had to grow and have our own experiences when we met, know how to differentiate superficial from deep. And we love so much, we would do everything possible not harm the other.
- You know everything about me, what mystery can have in our relationship? - I asked.
- and why we want to have mystery? Mystery was already among us, we got to know during these two decades almost, I thought how good it is to start with benefits!
For each question, an answer was pulling down the barriers that I insisted on lifting.
Our first it was a beautiful and tender disaster.
And the first morning that I wanted to kill me share.
The day after the first time ever I feel shame.
Call me silly, but it affects that person (who saw me without clothes) I look in the light of day.
And haunt me all the complex!!
Santi remember I got up before (always am) and made breakfast (always does, but sometimes I catch).
When I woke up, I wanted to escape to the shower and did not see me.
Al fart. Everything is to fart with Santi, hahaha!
He entered with the tray, I wanted to flee and I was hooked to the clothing was scattered everywhere and I sat down to fret!
remember his eyes. I was amazed, haha!
cautiously, trying not to look at me and said:
- I leave you alone for a while, so let me know when you finish breakfast, dale?
Is a Saint!
Then would come the pose, the bleach with the rest. But there were three people who care:
1 - Diego's brother who wanted Santi, and even adopted as a brother.
2 - Gustavo, although not close to Santi, were known and sought.
3 - Santiago's ex, we never banks too, which I always was jealous (at least since the death of Diego) and each time he breathed found out that I was with someone.
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