My month of November has passed without touching the ground.
Although I'm loaded, changing all my stuff back and forth, I move, at last, is as if they weighed. Me or anything.
Sometimes I catch myself smiling. Feeling had long gray, which makes me weird to be otherwise.
I think back to being me. Now I do not know if I'm exactly the same as before after the fall, or different but at a similar level, but still I am calm. And very happy.
Because I move, but for all that has triggered move.
painter Edu sad love with that I fucked, I wanted to keep seeing me. I was with & eI am a poor NAR hustler trying to get off the streets, because they have this gay-maternal tenderness that only arouse a tragic past like that. Anyway, it's great. And the coolest thing of all that has happened there in the cafeteria is Pedro.
Jo, I get half nervous thinking about it.
Peter is a friend of one of my colleagues, lives nearby and often go there enough time in the afternoon. The first time I saw him, I went in and was on the table near the window with a laptop, reading what was written and drinking tea. I stood looking at him and he smiled at me tambiénystill saw me as an idiot. And do not stop the idiot told his friend, my companion, "Oh, I love that kind of computer." He laughed while I was telling him everything that I liked, and a long time after I introduced him, still laughing at me as a sister bad.
The next day he invited me to take something out. I had a great, but was a bit misplaced because even though you could tell he liked everything stopped I could finish something. We were several times Masy same. Super affectionate, yes, great fun, but distant. He gave me a kiss goodbye
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