blinding your fingers with my skin That burns for you.
I thought of what might be called 'the Parable of Philip & Me', which has occupied most of the months of my senior year of high school. looking at old photos and remembering the moments of dish, I thought it was incredible to be back friends as before, we have found the perfect balance (I am teasing him, he says some nonsense). is something that you could not recreate, but we did so naturally there are not even notice - so, not as if nothing had happened, but again we . I remember the past months not knowing whether to declare, indecision words I died in my throat every time, the fake innocence with which we left on the couch watching tv embraced, my statement and I knelt on my bed I unfasten the buttons of his pajamas checkered blue and white of her mother. I remember the night of the dance, when I put all my hope, and the pain refused to see me one last time - my heart breaks, days before the exam is completely destroyed, and then healing. my first cigarette and deeper problems that are not resolved. yet to see me like that, alongside with him that evening that was so beautiful (as far as I can be nice) and so full of expectation and love, it does not hurt. I am an incredible tenderness. indeed, for once, I have no regrets. in retrospect, I also understand that as I had been told not to ever fall in love without being reciprocated, what I felt for Philip was really something like unconditional love. then, you know, my relationship with similar ratings and it is very complicated.
I started college (PAPPARAPAAAA '). and I like it. incredibly, I like it. is probably the excitement of a new situation and 'big' that has taken over, but I like it (apart from political science course that will cleverly skipped: D). I love my professor of contemporary history, I love the pause-Cicchini between one and another, the silence in the classroom, the boys indie / alternative which is full of my right . about the same pole where there is the famous Philip who has found more by chance than anything else to do case law:)
but remain in the field of indie kids, what to say. I took a sensational cooked for the youngest boy (a friend of my brother) and I really like: my indie boy . We must say that in addition to university students, this soggettino (1 , 2) SOMEWHAT like me - and another friend (indie) index & my boy brother. I spend afternoons with them more often, and I'm good - that boy in the arms of the index or on a lawn or a bed to rest soggettino-of-the-green pants with laughter.
MORAL: It is a fully new and I want to leave my hormones free to run for a while ', without complicating it all with the feelings (see above,' homely dish filippo '). it took me 40 very detailed and intricate lines to get to the point? think so.
tomorrow and I only have two lessons: D
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