It was a suicide attempt, to have abandoned emotions in the open. I do not blame him, but the feminine, it has allowed so much. That day, she committed a murder; Lying to herself and stealing intentions to destiny Who was she to change history? Or who were the others to alter their course.
When the expected moment finally arrived, there was nothing, resounding silence. There was no love, it seemed, only desolate desire. She cared every last moment, last words, looks, caresses. He felt responsible for such a heinous act. There was no dancing, no melody; he was unkempt and therefore did not realize the commitment of her. Her whim had turned into disappointment but, she always remained serene.
That desire to show the weather of his partner became sick and when there were no limits, he realized that both exterminated what united them the first time, madness! They preferred to maintain a determining sanity.
With no other choice, a slight farewell was presented by her, the owner of the story, the creator of these ideas. He took his new path without realizing the mess he had caused and left behind.
There were only nefarious thoughts about what one day he believed and never was, about fearing life and having always had his enemy, that of a beautiful smile and curious personality, knew how to entangle it subtly.
We have all been one more story in someone's life, we have all been part of the growth of the other. Not bad, we are help and we receive this as time goes by, realizing that we needed to prove our strength to evolve as people.
She simply learned and he missed everything that awaited him, he did not consider himself worthy of her, unfortunately he took her as someone else. On the other hand, if she learned.