There I was, watching the person you care about me slowly away, the worst part is I could not express my feelings, I just could not, would be a very selfish act large and also very cowardly and malicious. Not only that, it had to contain within me the urge to shout what sentÃay besides anger, suffering and so many other feelings. Basically
could do nothing but pretend, keep pretending like I did all these years with the hope that it's the first step. Finally she gave, but not as I expected, did not walk toward me, he chose another path (aor better maybe), one where she was going to be happy. And obviously I do not. Who reads this
not understand anything I just wrote (though perhaps an idea), as this is the first thing that comes to mind when recalling this experience, and is I think the most important of the whole situation that I am about to narrate. That is why I opened this account as well. But this is not the latest that happened in this story.
It was the June 4, 2002 .....
That (?) Testing my skills playwright (??). Do not write but I try so towill give constructive criticism, I write something and want to do well. So any help is appreciated.
