From the beginning I was sure that this was not going anywhere. You were very punctual, do not be afraid of commitment, and your family is pampered and watched. You had very clear where you would get there, follow the steps that had left your father and become a distinguished lawyer just because he thought I was ilusión.Yo too smart to waste my minutes on an art book. I needed to feel the sky above my hair, and the street was always my best sofa. Bridal going mother, and I was a free puppy that will overwhelm the collar. Your tightly. I escaped from there. You loved my reputation as a rebel, who embraced my sensibility reflected in my notebook. Hated the low esteem that would have him in my life. I still hear the hum of that train, fondling my back. If he had skipped half a second later, I would be writing this right now, from a very different place. But you know ... the street is the street, or jump, or you eat. If you knew how I feel now that, would smile with superiority. How did you each time you were right. Thought live the best history of the world, the ideal film ... "cute and good girl who falls in love with the boy rebel with feelings" .. You said that life was pink, and I looked gray.
actually lost so much time ... that time. You, me. The jump to that train. Your eyes glaze over when I left, the notebook that you talked about sinking into the sea. My "CDs" rolling down the street, and the subtlety with which you said you needed a normal boyfriend, less crazy. A guy can have fun at your disposal, capable of supporting your silly whim ... needed another person. A "love" ... I wanted to fall in love, but not you ...
All that ended snowball diluted on the way, because after all, we were only one way. A place where we should go through to get where we are today. Because if you'd ever been in my life, it is likely that today I found a very different place. Because if that winter night I get to jump out of your life, never would have ended up in that bar knowing Alex. Neither would have wanted to learn to play guitar. Not that I had submitted a couple of Argentines, or I would have enlisted in one of these pages "beeper" to find them again .... Those Argentines never appeared, but appeared along the way such "Maku" that changed my life forever.
Each of these disappointments. Each of these one day leaves fell from the tree of love. Each of those sleepless nights worried, thinking that we lost the love of our life. Every second of sadness at the heart shattered .... is a piece of road to be traversed to your true half. An indispensable place for which he had to pass, which had to suffer, and which come to it so beautiful that it is waiting.
This post is dedicated to my great failures. At all!. Because without each of you, dear frustrations, my journey would never have got here ... heartfelt thanks.
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