Note for the reader:
With the switch to first person in the last two para-
results, try to give more closeness and intimacy at the end
history.
I hope the readers' understanding.
FACED LOVE HIM .-
The black moon night inspired mystery, silence. The heart, no light to illuminate the nooks and crannies where they hide feelings of love, crushing his chest with an inexplicable feeling of suffocation. I could not understand it senses subdued. Anyone unthinking affection overflowed any attempt to sanity. He loved her deeply and did not admit any other consideration. He was ready to get on and off, in spite of everything, but did not know how to act. The words were useless verbiage did not surrender his purpose. He said simply: "No! All over," and walked away without allowing a moment of reflection.
burned the letter in his pocket. From time to time put his hand to touch the paper, like a caress the beloved. She soon the program would be his white hands, between your hands beautiful. Read their letters, think of his words. And perhaps, would shed a tear to understand their error. I wanted to believe. He must have known he could not live without it, have her side, hearing their laughter, without smelling the perfume of her body. And stroked letter greed jealous lover. No, not allowed to walk away from his side. Without it you could not breathe, breathe. It was his life, his land, heaven and hell, your everything. He had delivered from the first moment he met her. He seized him, completely absorbed fused into a single being and now abandoned like an old toy. "No! All over," he said, turned around and left. With those words disappeared from his heart chest leaving a huge void, a blackness unable to illuminate with any logical reasoning, just pain.
left the road to the lights of solitary walk. The cold night invited the gathering and walked slowly under the streetlights illuminated the banks of the boulevard, the floor was studded with the yellow leaves of the trees that were stripping her green dress. Occasionally, the sound of a car, swiftly, with dazzling lights, he surpassed. In the corner, he spotted the yellow receptacle post. He drew the letter from his pocket and with trembling hand, inserted it into the mailbox. When back, tears streaming down her cheeks. She felt confused, somewhat humbled and repented but I could not retrieve the letter. She soon, read those painful words begging love.
ELLA .- The moon was rising the day we met. Their eyes met in a sidelong glance he kept forcing her to be the first to change the view. Her large, dark eyes, an attractive figure, moderately high, with some pride that he later discovered was an overcoming shyness, filled with admiration.
So began the words, the deal calls, chance encounters that were not and end the statement. I love you, "he said, and repeated:" I love you, Paula. That second statement was the one that upsets the balance of affection. He won his heart for high score. Do not know why. When analyzed, was aware that the mere pronunciation of his name added to the loving phrase, was what led to the assertion. Then she left wanting. He was young, he had found love, a love that's flattering, was considered the queen of the world could it all. There were tears in his eyes, if anything, only joy, life was beautiful, the sun shone even in the darkest corners, everything was jubilant ... And got carried away by feelings misleading until he reached the other.
never could explain why he changed his whole being. The other was not looking to worship only with care, studying ... but that attention let her feelings bare, as if ripped his clothes making her feel vulnerable. It was the opposite of him. Serious, discreet ... did not absorb their time, let him go slowly, waiting for the right moment that left to chance. And little by little, he won his love. A deep love never experienced before.
The day she confessed her feelings, she was willing and her body trembled as the petals of a freshly cut rose. And from that moment belonged to forever.
OTHER
.- The full moon lit up the sky and the earth with the light stolen from the sun. The night was day, the darkness does not exist. The shine was shining my lonely soul. Never felt that impression. I saw her sitting with her hands folded on her lap, blonde, delicate. It looked like a nineteenth-century lady rescued from a painting by Pierre Auguste Renoir, with his mane on the shoulders and the look in flight is not known what dreams. I loved from the first moment I saw her. Quiet, slightly sad. Smooth ... I did not know how to approach it, the fear of being rejected, curtailed my decision, however, knew that should tell if he would miss the opportunity.
told me I had a boyfriend but when introduced into the depths of his eyes, I discovered a buried sadness she kept coming to the surface of his thoughts. Not love him. I knew as I read in her eyes the feeling of confusion and a hint of pain when he saw my look on theirs. Something supernatural told us both that we were together for life, forever ...
That rainy afternoon, I approached from behind and grabbed her umbrella to shelter both the stream of water hitting on the extended fabric. I held her by the elbow, she looked at me and smiled. My soul was flooded with a satisfaction never known before. It was a wonderful feeling of fullness, to be me in full. As if having met her before, I was missing something, was only half, incomplete ... that was the right word ... before it was incomplete. Now, with her by my side we were one whole, her and me. Soul mates, mutual love. Total binding.
And I loved her.
SON .-
-waning moon, "she said, looking drawn piece of moon in the sky blue of the night.
At that moment I knew the decline of his love. The son was in bed, sleeping peacefully. Was an extension of myself for what was it? "He asked. Since its birth ... .. not before, since he had the knowledge that lived inside her, he loved with a love that defied description. A love that stole some of mine, the part that had always belonged to me and, now, and shared with that stem from our leafy tree, evergreen, flowering ... or so I thought I had. I looked at the crib
piece of meat that our sleeping soundly and I was filled with a tenderness that does not know if it was love or simple surrender to that being defenseless that needed our care, and when I went to seek the understanding, share his eyes, I found a love that knew no extinguished if either divided, yes, but tilting the balance pan newcomer to the child. And suffered. -------------------
I had been with me for nine months. I loved him before he was formed, when it was still a drop of blood, when his heart was only a starting point to beat. It was mine, my flesh, my being, my thoughts, my ideas ... Then, little by little, I realized that was also part of it. He also belonged to him when I had my arms, my whole beef was touched by that being perfect in its structure to which I had given life, and I felt a love so deep that hurt me in pulses, in the soul. At the time, knew the feeling of true love.
He watched me, the frustration in his eyes. I smiled, I loved him why did he fear? He had discovered that my love for the child was stronger and deeper than any other love. I grieved. I left the boy asleep in his crib, then I went to him. I hugged him, felt her strength of man, his passion. Understood. For me it was not the lover ... was the father, and my love had changed, he shared with that child to seize the largest piece of my heart, deeper the more eternal. He said .. "I love you, love you forever, but my love for you is subject to change, you understand. Know that you never forget but it is my own flesh, the life of my life and love beyond any emotion. You, you're part of it and so you still love in him, as you like, in that half yours "
I watched with tears in his eyes, stroked my cheek and left my side. - Magda.
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