I live the most bipolar of my life.
The other day I read that she had missed her boyfriend, but I did not speak for herself. So it did not affect me because I did not believe (or would not accept it). Finally, after about 3 weeks she has been connected. I did not want to talk, but I was dying. After so long ... I was not sure what to do. In the end I succumbed to the temptation, I needed to know the truth because the question was killing me.
was true. She had a boyfriend. As I said, I've had a hand to his mouth to make no noise, and I began to mourn. He died literally. This another. Other than the kiss, one that tells you I love you, other than the hug and tell you how wonderful it is ... But while I was talking about those tears were drying and were turning into smiles.
's funny. I've gone from crying to be laughing. I've had it rough, and yet I had a genius. Again, she and I, as before. But as ever. When we were just friends.
I think I'm prepared to say:
I'm not in love, but I love .
Wish me luck,
the same for you.
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