28 janeiro 2008

In the end

I could not write no lines of code that I have to write today.
First, thanks daddy to feel your son.
In January, 28 at 7:35 pm. Begins the end of this history.
I wake up early (near 7:30 pm), take my wife to work and go
to my job. When I arrived I received a lovely messages from
that girl. Will be the last words I received from her.
But dont matter more. I try to protect her from herself but
she dont pay attention on it. And she told me tonight words
that no one can say about me and my life. It's over.
Now I guess she is with someone else... She dont answer my
sms message and dont send me some message on messenger.
I try to do my best but I guess it was the worse.
Now the ice rock is back. I wont someone inside my head anymore.
I'm sick listening that her is want me more but she cannot give
me more. She ever (I said ever) treated my like the other guy.
I never feel special on her side. Ever single word that she said
I've already listened she talking to someone else.
I'm full and tired to figth to nothing. I guess loved her. But
like she says: Past is past and in one week everything will be fine.
So... I have 7 days (like flu).
Now my blog will help me to overcome this situation.
Really... I dont like to provide pain to someone. Specially in her
case. But now, right now I know that I never could heart her.
She is just confused about me and my person. She dont love me like
her said. Now I know. She isnt at home right now. Ho God. How I like
to have some friends here to watch this person. But dont matter more.
Is the end. The end of a history of dreans, will and desire.
I saved her life and lost mine.
God save me!

Um comentário:

Érica L. disse...

Hi! Sorry if I take too long to answer to your comments, but i really forget about my blog, sometimes... I don't even look there for new comments, 'cause almost nobody knows about its existence, anyway...

So... I see that that thing with the 'full color friend' of yours went further than by the time of that last post, right? And, apparently, it didn't go in a nice way...

Don't know what to tell you... i think you could leave a piece of that sadness behind by thinkin' that you allowed yourself to live this story - and that is already a big deal. And maybe it DID work out well, it just wasn't suppose to be more than it were, you know? Well, it's confuse thinking in portuguese... in english that might sound even more bizarre! hehe, well, i tried. Hope you get better soon.
Bye.