I was in love, not simply the principle that mattered to me was away,he was from madrid and I am one of the Canary Islands, then people started to get between us and one day I feel that I was going to leave him and let me before ... long after that discovery a day after I cut in, his mother had given him a plane ticket to come to visit me ... then I went to an exchange to France and when i return i make transhipment in Madrid, the plane will cancel my island and I had to stay in the hotel ... I went to visit but by then already cut and had habiamos When the bride wine I could not avoid giving a hug, but I do not dare to because nothing else knew that the bride had, besides wine with a friend ... he was just talking and when he went to go we exchanged a sleeve of another (we had the same) with a phrase written by the door when go away i read the phrase "I wish I could have you always, I love you"i ran around the hotel and call him I said that I also wanted him and kiss him, I would come to see me prometio that my island ... It had to go, when I woke up the next morning, one of the professors told me that I had returned to seek, but I was asleep and habia ido ... volvi my island, after a short time I know that with his girlfriend, we can not say that START a be a paar again, because there was no question of starting, but from there to call me every night ... a night he was talk about tickets for my island ... the morning after greeting me with a lot of msn exclamamciones and told me I had to tell something, imagine what was I step through your head ... but it was not that the news he gave me, what I said was: I have girfriend! at that precise moment I think oi as my heart is broke ... I told him I was glad for the ... but I do not speak again ... for more titulus few days after you put a picture of the girl and kissing her ... Since then I'm afraid of love
jueves, 28 de agosto de 2008
the finish of all things i know
Publicado por Chiculata88 en 13:45
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