I am writing this, after another stormy evening with him - my friend, friend - comrade, understand me. Do not be left with the impression that there is love. There is no love and it is so easy. We've known each other for many years, the lunatics who make you daydream about children's thrills and nonsense. He taught me what you smoke and say "Mom, Dad and how they come" or something like that. I told him about my first cycle, my first sex. His parents called me when he was running away from class. The years went by, and we piled our earrings on our ears, as if proud that we never learned from our stupid mistakes and shortcomings. He was never my best friend. Because I knew what I was and he knew what I was. He is neither a good friend nor I a good friend. But he accepted me. And I him. We were the same. It so happened that his One Love coincided with my One Love. The one that breaks you. And you are never the same. I could see it wasn't the same. I saw how he loved her, I saw another.
But I saw it too, that it wasn't worth it. I just didn't have the right to interfere. He did the same. So for several years we broke our heads separately. We saw each other very rarely, for one drink. We talked on holidays. I knew his One and he knew my One. After a while we became more frequent because it was convenient for us. I wasn't crying on his shoulder when Mr. Sole put on my engagement ring and sank to the ground. And he said nothing about the One who dragged him by the thousands and married a wealthy gentleman. We talked about business, we even worked together for a while. We talked about time, about the end of the world, about others, but never about us. In fact, we are more than comfortable. He is a real man, I know a lot about men from him. And I give him our female tricks. So, the two at hand are always sophisticated, modern and smiling - we enter a club ... and the stories begin. Sometimes I present him as a cousin, sometimes we are just friends (for poor, naive people). I introduce him to my colleagues, women I know, who call me in tears and in love days later. He is an appetizing man - a great figure, manners, intellect, financially stable. Only his soul is dead.
And I know it because mine is dead too. In our last conversations, I often tell him that what we are doing is childish, that it is not fair to people. He agrees and repents. Until the next day. When we go out and look for new victims. Some who seek love, and we give them only lies and mockery. I'm sorry we're like that. When I look at it, it's like looking in a mirror. I am in his eyes. The same. And so we got used to it. And I knew him. He might not be like that, he wasn't a bad boy. He has the body and gaze of a beast, but he once had the soul of a kitten. I sometimes feel the same soul.
When I'm worried when I have a fever. And like a worried dad, he puts a scarf on my nose when it's cold outside. When we fall asleep, after another hard night, something is written on my back that I still can't understand. When he kisses me on the forehead and tells me to be careful. He often told me to be careful not to fall in love with any of those we play. I quote: ".. darling, you know, you and I can't have such feelings, we used to be able to, now we're different". He's been gone for a while now. But he will return. And again the vicious circle begins - from alcohol, clubs, men, women. As if there is no way out. Sure, because I do not want to. And so I like it. I wonder if there is a more hypocritical friendship than ours? I ask him. He is silent and bows his head. Do you become what you meet? Or have we been the same before? Is this a good acquaintance, a friendship? To lie on convenience and benefits? I'm sorry.
What's more, my parents adore him. And his parents, his whole family love me as their child and they always told me how much they admired me. Only if they knew what we were. And what we do. It's not bad for us, but ... I'm interested in how the story will develop. Are we going to break these chains? It's stupid because I miss him. But I don't know which one. Is it sex? Not that it's not amazing, but it's not. I think I miss my Gemini. He who builds walls to see who will destroy them, and there is no one. He who suffers and can love, but from so many changing masks he has forgotten who is under them? I miss. I can't wait for him to come back in a few days and shine like the Ideal Fools again - the ones after whom everyone turns and wants, but lives in solitude. I apologize for making you sympathetic to my sick, chaotic thoughts. One piece of advice from a grown girl: Choose your friends carefully, because sometimes people get close because of ... nasty circumstances and with impure intentions.
And last: If you see a tall, handsome man, stylishly dressed, accompanied by a nice, young lady - and if they stand a few chairs apart, do not kiss and hug, beware - this is us, and you may be a victim. Such sacrifice as I once was. And He. Kisses after which all turn and desire, and live in solitude. I apologize for making you sympathetic to my sick, chaotic thoughts. One piece of advice from a grown girl: Choose your friends carefully, because sometimes people get close because of ... nasty circumstances and with impure intentions. And last: If you see a tall, handsome man, stylishly dressed, accompanied by a nice, young lady - and if they stand a few chairs apart, do not kiss and hug, beware - this is us, and you may be a victim. Such sacrifice as I once was. And He. Kisses after which all turn and desire, and live in solitude. I apologize for making you sympathetic to my sick, chaotic thoughts. One piece of advice from a grown girl: Choose your friends carefully, because sometimes people get close because of ... nasty circumstances and with impure intentions. And last: If you see a tall, handsome man, stylishly dressed, accompanied by a nice, young lady - and if they stand a few chairs apart, do not kiss and hug, beware - this is us, and you may be a victim.
Such sacrifice as I once was. And He. Kisses nasty circumstances and with impure intentions. And last: If you see a tall, handsome man, stylishly dressed, accompanied by a nice, young lady - and if they stand a few chairs apart, do not kiss and hug, beware - this is us, and you may be a victim. Such sacrifice as I once was. And He. Kisses nasty circumstances and with impure intentions. And lastly: If you see a tall, handsome man, stylishly dressed, accompanied by a nice, young lady - and if they stand a few chairs apart, do not kiss and hug, beware - this is us, and you may be a victim. Such sacrifice as I once was. And He. Kisses
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You write well, but get out of the movie!
The typical karmic partners in life, or "soul mates." Your souls are not dead (such a thing is impossible), they are dead ... your relationships with other people, unfortunately. And this is exactly what you need to overcome. Stop shutting yourself in and experiencing yourself as a victim - it's really very convenient, but it won't help you in the least. The vicious circle, you know ... you have to break it. Otherwise you will revolve in it for many more years / lives until you realize what you are really doing ... If you had to be together and not everyone was looking for their way, you would be born as twins. And once again - it is very easy and convenient to experience yourself as a victim and to consider this as a sufficient reason to make your badness, negativity and tendency to joke on others. In fact, this is a pathetic excuse, squabbling and procrastinating to change for the better. At the same time, you are accumulating a huge burden on your karma, which you will inevitably have to sip. It is best to separate and risk being "hurt" many more times, to continue your lives separately and with other partners. Otherwise you risk your development. I wish you good luck! Ray
I didn't understand if you sleep with him ... Your treatment for these mental disorders is for such a good long-term venereal disease and you will be like new ... Maybe then you will rediscover each other, there will be something much more serious which connects you, from wondering how to ruin the lives of naive people! Let's hope the outcome is soon that the Earth is full of garbage like you! Go for recycling: D
And so. Are such unambitious people? There were no feelings - pots. So you can have sex and stay a few chairs away in a restaurant. Could such things be darling ?? But I have the feeling that you like yourself - you missed him - phauphauphau. You know - love and nipples go hand in hand.
I did not understand what the problem was! Are you in love with him, do you want to be with him? Answer these questions, and stop dramatizing so much !! Nobody likes dramas so much!
You want it, but you can't have it. There is the real drama, in my opinion. Otherwise it's up to you. Stop dramatizing and look around for your boy, who will be next to you and with whom you will be happy.
I don't think you know what you want at all. You don't know if you want it or not, you just feel attached to it in some weird way and you don't know what you're feeling at all. It is best to clarify your feelings so that you do not live in an endless illusion. Jane
In the end, it will turn out that you are 1 for another, only that you have spent a lot of time thinking about friends without souls ...
The only ..., the only ... Until the next one. Safe from infants.
Number 3, we don't fuck with whoever falls for us, so your comment is dropped and not valid. The same goes for number 9, as I haven't revealed details about the One to speak to me by heart. Safe from omniscients. All in all, only Ray understood what I meant by his story, why shouldn't I be surprised. It is not a question of whether I have it, I want it, etc. In theory and practice I have it. Another issue is that I'm not a fan of phrases like "I have it" because no one owns anyone else, not even the mothers of their children, but that's another topic. Ray, thank you, every word is in place and true. This is exactly what I feel and think. She told me the truth in a very intelligent way, even though it was ugly. I don't know how to break away, because I've already mentioned that I realize it's not right, but believe me - it's so easy, so convenient. I have a feeling, that if we break up, they will cut off my arm, as if I were left alone against the world. That's how I feel. Even when I was writing this, he called me on the phone to invite me to visit him for the weekend in Sofia (because he is there on business until Christmas). How do I end a relationship that has been around for so long? Do I say end and stop picking up the phone? Plus we have a great job offer abroad, for a few months. Financially and not only it will have a good effect on both of us. I just do not know. Financially and not only it will have a good effect on both of us. I just do not know. Financially and not only it will have a good effect on both of us. I just do not know.
Hello, Author! You look quite intelligent and smart when writing. I don't know what connects you - maybe kindred spirits, habit, peace. As you say, you are a tandem, and what prevents you from just being together as a team, family, business. Still, I hope you have a business, but not one for companions and pimps. I don't know what to tell you and advise you, maybe because I've always dreamed of having a soul mate. I am married with an older child. But very, very lonely - probably loneliness is also a kind of regret, fear. So, whatever you decide - it is for your good and you are happy.
I've had enough of nonsense. Can't stop picking up the phone? You must be kidding. There is one thing called will. It has been proven that all human beings have it, you can hardly make an exception. You say "end" and that's it. I've done it many times. Of course, I don't claim to have a relationship like yours, although is that a relationship? Rather, it is a cross between mutual use, mutual need, and mutual nonsense with others.
Apparently your conscience speaks louder than his. Leave this for kindred spirits and others. such nonsense. Wake up, don't continue to be his obedient tool - we women are not born for that! Turn to your good half and live your life - your personal life, not its projection of your life.