Since today is particulary happy because he finally started supernatural, and then I just saw the episode, I decided to make you happy even with a new chapter! :)
ENJOY!
ENJOY!
Inside the box I found my necklace, that her necklace, that I had given him for Valentine's Day heart-shaped half.
Just saw her burst into tears. I covered my face with my hands and I slumped on the table.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why? Why me he sent it back? Why has not had the balls to tell me it was over?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Not the so… I think he was afraid of affrontarti…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt; are Stupid of a bitch ...>>
At that moment John came out of my room and was in the kitchen. When I saw Carmen sitting slumped on the table next to me, I immediately ran next door.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Penny! Penny what happened?>>
I handed him the box with the necklace inside.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Brutto son puttana…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Vedo that you have the same pensieri…>> Carmine said.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why did he send it? He had the balls to talk to her? You feel it? You have his address?>>
\u0026lt;dispiace… when he calls me 'No I do it with a card that is international anonima…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;bastard by Penny ... calm down, you Please calm down, please ... do not do that>> the
I threw the gap in the neck and began to sob even harder so I picked John
and took me into the bedroom and made me lie down on the bed.
I took a pillow and began to crush him in my arms while John returned to the kitchen to talk to Carmine.
I did not hear what they said because I was too busy to hear my sobs, but from time to time, I heard John speak up and throw bad words here and there in the middle of sentences.
Then I heard the door slam and John went back to my room. She lay down beside me and squeezed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Shhhh, shhhh. Do not worry I'm here with you now. Forget that idiot ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Why is an idiot who can not understand what has happened to the wonder in his hands. Try not to think about it ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Oh, Gio! Please stay with me ... do not leave me!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I can not let you .... You who want to leave me ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I have to go do not you see? I must get away from places where I was with him. I have to detox from Paris. Will that be a coward, a wimp, but I can not be better. I walk away, I run. This please forgive me ... ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I'm not mad at you ... I love you. I do not want you to be hurt and I understand that being here makes you go crazy without you that I will go mad. You're my best friend, you're my person. In you I found my person, my soul. You are the person I trust most in the world and if you leave, a piece of my soul it will come off with you ...>>
I could not say anything more. I leaned my forehead on his chest and squeezed. His arms wrapped around me and I felt safe.
was really the right choice to leave? I was not so sure.
I felt that I had to change something again in my life and I knew this could only happen andandomene but I was not so sure of wanting to change my life again. Over the past eight years my life was changed too. Before my parents were separated, then the city had changed, I changed schools, I had changed my friends, then back to town, new friends and now I was redoing it.
I was so angry with the world because I could not find my place. I could not find any place where those really good about myself and I could really call home.
I was a wimp. I was afraid of everything. My future was too uncertain. I had no idea what I wanted to do with my life or spend my life so complicated.
The only support I had at the time was John and I were hunting on. I knew that I had to do for my own sake and also for her because from experience I know that it is not easy to be with me. I'm stubborn, annoying, too jealous, they are not very intelligent in fact I still wonder how it ever be admitted to the engineering faculty building-architecture when there were five hundred other people better than me. I've never had
confidence in myself but John made me feel good and made me feel protected.
I feel cheated by Paris after two weeks without me he had already forgotten and passed over. I did not ask anything just call me and tell me "Penny, I can not do to be with you. We are too far apart. It is better to end it here! "I would have angry, I cried, I would have insulted but then it would be easier to forget and move on at that moment I did not know what I think. I wanted to know why but I could not get an answer. If
Paris at that time had appeared at the door, I was sure that John would killed because even though it was smaller size, the anger that he had was almost comparable to mine and sometimes, anger does not unleash a force that is believed to have.
I remember that I stood crying embraced with John for hours until he broke away from me, looked at me and kissed me. When I opened my eyes and looked at him I saw he was crying.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Perché piangi?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Perché few months I also feel like you're feeling you ora…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Quando?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;When come for vacations or when you come to see me tu… because you come to visit me every now vero?>>
did not answer my question to that. She hugged me again and pressed me almost even stronger with the fear that if he let go for a moment I would be vanished.
I wondered how I did not realize the feelings of John and I said I was too busy to self-pity to notice.
I had been a total fool.
If I had done to his feelings, perhaps the first case would be all so different.
Maybe I would not know Paris and I would love him. Perhaps we'd be together and we never left. Maybe I was going to college and I was really happy. Many
but if you can not change the past and you never know what the future holds so I had to live in this way that made me feel better and the best way at that moment, to feel better, had to get out of that place. After a while 'I fell asleep. When he arrived
I woke up in the evening.
I did not realize that I fell asleep and when I awoke I was still in the arms of John, who, although he had fallen asleep, was not loose even a little 'grip on me.
I looked in his face and saw that his face was wet with tears. He cried so much that day and he thought about what had to be embarrassing for him, he gets to see a woman crying while I was meaning that in front of me was a man and a boy as I thought it was. Despite everything, I could not understand this blind rage that John had against Paris but then I realized. Paris had become over time his best friend and I realized that he had not only abandoned me but also John and he just could not forgive him.
John was a strong man who in the last few months had done nothing to protect me and support me so that I could have a moment of light in the darkness that was spreading again in my life but I did not realize that he was suffering for the same person.
Now you think that is too long by the end I was with Paris just four and a half months, but believe me, I fell in love in earnest. A love so strong that it hurts just thinking about it still the heart.
Once, when I was in high school, I went to the school psychologist. I spoke of My difficulty in entering and breaking at that time I had with my boyfriend at the time. A Francis which if you look back now I get the big laugh as I was naive at the time.
I remember that after an hour of tears and clinex dirty, a psychologist with an indifferent and bored, he said, "But you know that to really fall in love with a person must pass at least two years? And fall in love with this person should live for two years ... love is a psychological thing. We believe a try but it's really just a matter of habit. We get used to receiving attention from a person and when this ends we feel alone and abandoned and in love but in reality it's just habit! "
I remember that looked wrong. I wanted to say that it was a stupid fool if you think that way. I do that with my romantic way to think about life listening to his words horrified at the thought that there were other people in the world certainly thought that way and I thought of what would be the sad life of people.
At that moment I wanted to go to the psychologist and let him see John, who loved me even though I was with another man and let her know that everything she had thought until then were just stupid and that he thought only to defend love that drags you into its vortex of happiness when you arrive but then plunges into the abyss of darkness when it ends.
I kept looking at John with tenderness
did not want to wake him. He slept so well. "Who knows what dreams .." I thought. And as soon as I finished think he woke up.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Buongiorno…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Really it's evening ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Allora buonasera!>>
I smiled and gave me a kiss on the forehead after he shook a bit 'and then got out of bed. As he stretched
I stayed lying in bed.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What were you dreaming? You had a look so happy ...>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I dreamed that beaten up Paris! It was a dream fulfilled!>>
both burst out laughing and then we changed and went to eat at McDonald's that was a hundred yards from my house.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I want a Happy Meal !>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;What? How old are you? Five?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;But I want regalo…>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And you to take that gift stupidata?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Certo!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Aspetta va, here is meglio!>>
went to order while I sat at a table outside and waited.
She returned fifteen minutes later with two trays.
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Here! For a princess McChicken, fries and coca-cola ... and a Happy Meal >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;I've got two menus? I do not eat so much!>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;And open it and do not domande!>>
I opened the box of 'Happy Meal and inside I found it rolls its chips but only the surprise .
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ti've had to give a sorpresa?>>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Hey! I'm Superman >>
\u0026lt;\u0026lt;Ti adoro!>>
I leaned on the table and gave him a big kiss on the cheek!
ate and laughed a lot. It seemed that nothing had happened that afternoon. At that time it was just me and him to enjoy the warm evening in early July.
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