PROLOGUE
You know what you did for love? Me personally, when I think I know what it is, I think as soon as controlling a tiny little bit ... I'm taking a FRAP-cons attack in full face. Sorry if my side football fan back in my expressions sometimes.
short, love the person knows. He changes, he hideout, he is elusive and that's why when we find we are happy. By cons when one looks worse ... when you lose ....
To see love, I think often the signs. In small things that everyone cares. A faraway look, a word choice rather than another, a raising of eyebrows accentuated a bit mixed with a forehead mischievous smile of a movie ... I can make a sacred list ... all its signs ... I am often considered a naïve, an idealist, a romantic little cunt. Someone who sees all that extrapolates. Extrapolate, me? Maybe sometimes. At the same time if I actually had not extrapolate a bunch of girls and stories love that goes with it. But hey that's how I'm like that, I rely less on what I hear, the more that I see, what I feel.
I even went with me proud that I heard through a wall, say it! To mitigate some merit my (or my complete stupidity) the wall in question should be less than 10 cm thick ... (After looking at what is 10 cm I confirm my rule!)
In any case, there Looking back, everything came together for him to pass something special. There was everything that I bring down this wall.
That was months she was gone. Months inside I was empty, dry, blind to all signs that I loved - I repeat - collect forever. I saw nothing: even the things you showed me. Love had become an unknown world without my desire to go explore. I became cynical. Me cynical! Impossible.
At nearly 22 years, my life had changed completely. Find themselves alone after nearly three years with someone, what a change! Julian played well, there you got your successful move!
And then there were all these things that accumulates when one is two. All these things that remind you that you've been and whom you'll never be: executives with our Tronches above, letters, movies, fetish, gifts made to the "great events", dishes, and even some food. Well yes in a fridge, do not you think like that but there's more stuff for one than the other. I found myself, for example, with the cheese (she, Parmesan cheese), milk, raspberry jam (raspberry hated it) ... Too bad but when you come to share in the refrigerator in two You know that you attain the supreme void of life. They had promised to go all that could make us think of the other. This was successful! She even went so far make me an eraser and a red pen.
I had the impression that so radically changed world. For the first time in my life, I was truly alone. It bothered me no more than that. To make a little provocative is even a little what I wanted. I yearned for the solitude that makes you feel free, to one that allowed me to make me the tabs to 4 o'clock in the afternoon. I felt alive, I felt light, it true. All that was at first. Before real life caught up with me.
short, why I tell all this already? Ah there it is, I resume the thread. The wall.
This one, I'm falling in one day. A day and a night. Just that. Sometimes a few hours are enough to make us grow. Maybe tens of pages will be sufficient to tell you.
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