He impressed me and made me something of what I was looking for his father. Emotions, he gave me and each discussion, I still felt more attracted to lui.Cela me burn from the inside but I could only shut up this bubbling from the depths of my soul.
His smile, his eyes made me melt even more. And yet there was another, belonged the evening at another that he himself had chosen for his entire vie.Il had served me and I could not do that myself, knowing that I could never expect something of him if not a brother's shoulder to comfort me . Of love and friendship in the words of Celine, and yet I had nothing to do without lui.Il left hanging as to my life, no way to escape him, yet I loved him. All me back m'effrondait it to him and to see him go every time I find his belle.Je kept showing him my emotions, so basically smile, love and anger were fighting instead.
Good evening, I cut all ties I changed chip hoping not to have to cross it.
Last Sunday however, I met him at the beach, her granddaughter in hand, he asked me why and I did not know what dire.Je preferred the silence confession.Et this was better.
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