And so, not including the detour to the outlet, because I do not know whether to say fortunately or unfortunately, it was snowing over there in the end we went to really show frameworks.
E 'was a good day despite the cold and contingencies and closed shops and fried carnival. But small and light as only Sundays improvisation can be, for a day when the problems remain at home and you think that there is nothing else than to you, at that time. And a city a bit 'melancholy that makes you a frame with the rain for a few hours, he pauses only to let you take a walk.
's strange to realize that he understood things about me that I told him, he managed to surprise me a bit. Perhaps for that his talk little and listen much, and it seems that records in some part of him the things I say to remember them, or perhaps because of his smile and that look as if you were really nice, and keeps telling me not to worry about anything , which is just what I want, and that to me he thinks. That the only commitment that I am.
relaxes me, to traits, and it makes me feel a little safe, but sometimes it makes me anxious, too, perhaps because basically I think that there is little to be done if the spark does not fire ...
What, then, if I recall, this one could be interested in a couple of months ago. Or so I thought, but I do not know anymore.
There the problem is always to guess the times, to want the same thing at the same time, to meet and even then try not to get lost. Or maybe you just really know what you want, always assuming you want something.
there that I have not yet figured out whether a person or do you like now or will not do anymore, is that I do not know if I believe in love at first sight, or rather in the fact that a person can gain one day at a time, with care and attention and the patience to wait for your time.
But there I have to stop to test him, hoping, deep down, he does something wrong, so ready to have the excuse of "I do not like it because ...."
And there is that maybe, despite everything, is not right, or is there that perhaps at this moment, would not be anyone, because I have little to say and to give. Or do I receive.
Maybe just sit quietly and do nothing and wait until spring comes and the grass grows by itself, and perhaps already live it one day at a time is a great achievement. Or at least, for me it is.
The good news is that I found a painter who did not know, that Vittorio Corcos, which I won for the pastel colors and soft lines for properties and quiet atmosphere and personality.
And then, quite a week between the sun and snow, leaving friends and friends who come back, and know The remoteness and distance is not that we are always here, in the heart, after all, since there is none. For everyone.
Today, meanwhile, is back Monday, and meanwhile keep bang. Or rather, I try.
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