that was no different from other people. Nature awarded me a rather "wide bone", and in the 6th grade it became even wider, because after a micro stroke hormones failed. Until the age of 14 I did not communicate with the guys as a girl - rather as a "cores". In the afternoon we were joking, discussing computer games and so on, and in the evening I cried in a pillow, because I understood that such an attitude predetermined my appearance. And that looks like my behavior: some tuneup, a tendency to obscensing, and so on. But I wanted a completely different attitude! However, I was afraid to be gentle, because it seemed to me that I would look rather senseless than beautiful, because all of them are already accustomed to me "such."
I grew up, with age I became smarter, more experienced and gentle - one word feminine. More and more good guys came to my surroundings who changed me in my own way: my views on life, attitude towards myself. Someone in the conclusion continued his way without me, someone - still supports and has fun. Nevertheless, none of them hinted at a relationship, or just something more than friendship ...
It was Thursday: I had a day off, I cleaned up the room, wrote a few written papers, prepared for a seminar on world literature. He wrote me from a page that we call "fake". That conversation began surprisingly strange.
- Hi, do you need a slave? You liked me. - he wrote.
- Excuse me?
- I asked a question. Answer it
- What do you do? Not needed, thank you. - I responded with a certain contempt.
- I want to know more about you.
We talked to Viber for about an hour. He told me that he left his girlfriend 2 weeks ago, because she betrayed him. They met for three months, she told him about love, life under a common roof, and on one day declared she no longer loved. I liked it. Funny, smart, "warm" guy. I said that I'm going home tomorrow. He suggested to meet.
We walked in a cold street and thought where to go to get warm. Passing past the cinema, we looked into each other's eyes and went to watch the movie. That evening was incredible. A romantic movie, warm hugs and the first kiss on the last row of a huge hall.
We said goodbye and agreed to meet in Kiev already ...
- What did he find in you? You are a monster! He loves me! Of course?!
- What do you do? Who are you? Who are you talking about? Are you sure you are not confused with me?
- I know you went to the cinema today! He told me everything! You will not be able to pick him up at me, bitch! You understand ?! He will still be mine!
Three days passed. I noticed that it changes in front of the eyes, it is removed and cooler to me. In the evening before the meeting, he canceled her.
- Sorry, but I can not.
- Why? Something happened? Are you ok?
- So. That is not. She's just ... Well, no she ... No, nothing. Thank you for everything. Sorry
- Wait for you ... No ... Godd, I did not understand right away ?! How did I not see it right away ?! You're so faint-hearted! She... to you... like a little boy... You know, I will not be angry with you or scream. Just go Go and let your 30 more silver pieces never appear in your life. Good luck.
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