It seems that the storm has subsided.
Last night we went out again, I and V. All
as always, to drink the Späti Cola cans of Jim Beam for 3 and € 90. We both knew that there was a taboo subject, one that I spoke of the Punk and you who, for the first time, do not talk about Father
I think I can finally say that there will never see again. You've already told him this many times, but there was no reason not to see it as bleak as the one you instead of sitting in front of you, by your own drinking glass. For this you can not forget that there is a reason: it's over between you and I are proof. Try not to think about it, as I wonder what happened to work in those days. Lying if I said that the only thing you hear is the sound when I talk to hate. When you call me by name, think of P. telling you that want to fuck with me and not you.
will take some time to come see me as someone they can trust.
I want to be sure you have the patience to wait long to accept the fact of losing him and recognize that it is more important to have me with you again. What about him does not matter. But you must forgive me, because if you had been in my shoes would have done the same. Because you're selfish like me and the time is right to recognize it. Let
a lid on both, the salts saltagli in my shoulders and head.
We were joined, paradoxically, aviation, below, in the spying. To discover all his lies. I'm sorry to admit, but I recognized party from time to time. I left sleeping in my bed as if nothing had happened, we still sitting in the middle, never on your side, out of three is more fun.
But you're the first to know that the wrong things happen, that people are bad without a limit.
I do not even remember all the lies I've told you just to have the opportunity to speak of him as something of my own, inventing men past and present ghosts. This happened to me, as I do? Why do I need you, you know everything which is important for me, and he was not a little in recent months. Despite this abyss of silence, I felt like no one else is close now.
But it is a neighbor to death abyss, no more silence, no more hidden truth.
So do not leave me now, do not get tired of me now.
I will try to win you back, as is done between lovers. Do you still remember as I was when I was unsuspecting and in the right.
In a month I will go and I can not afford to leave even sulky. I want you to miss me and want that in a year you come back here to live together, open the local white wine and finally put on ice. No more scenes Stern's forgotten in the freezer to thaw the day before put into a bowl of hot water.
'll be better, we'll have a house where we would like to live, each with their own room and huge kitchen where you can make all the holidays we want. Will we have the raw white parquet and balcony with sofa and coffee table. A poster of Johnny Cash in the room, the curtains printed with our happy big face outward, the blow-up of Jessica Beatrice Fletcher in the kitchen, and the small Communist matryoshkas jolly Buddha.
Living in Neukölln and there will be Spätiman under the house that will treat us like we were his daughters.
But for now we are here, with his feet well to balance on a gray carpet that smells of smoke and sweat. It's hell in which it is natural to sin.
Believe me, everything will change.
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