Yesterday I contacted a friend of mine in Bologna. It was my French teacher at a time when I decided to try to return to live there, after several life casino private. I remember when I took the note with his phone number to the bus stop. I called him immediately and in the afternoon we met in Salaborsa, the library in Piazza Maggiore. Pricing of the lessons and days. He lived a few buildings farther than me with his girlfriend. It was early morning when I was still half asleep and always uncertain about the choices I did. He was very strict, he spoke only in French and I realized half the things he told me. I think I also still dovergli return of the books you lent me. When he decided to go to Milan via Indipenenza we parted quickly, maybe it was around Christmas and I remember there was a big chaos in the arcades, loud music coming out of shops glitter. Every now and then I wrote to tell me the news about Bologna, until one day he told me that at the time of our classes had a crush on me but never had the courage to tell me. In short, I had not noticed absolutely nothing, that I will be taking too much of my cock, that if you are in love with another miss I start to analyze the signals someone is sending me. Well, I mean m'è came to just smile, I thanked him for having spared the effort of the bounce that I would put in place. I have also explained why. That respect for those who have chosen life partner begins first of all thought, since it is very easy, very easy to fill attention to the people who are close only when we have before us physically. It 's very easy. On this I have always been a great naive but I always preferred to follow my way and make you feel integerrima only masters of my head who I loved. And I'm not ashamed to think that this is the only way for me to love, that is the purity of the feeling is right there where the eyes can not get to see. I'm helping my mother around and see many other women suffer no such honesty. For things done and those behind them, simply to be "wives" and not the object of profound thought, not the object of contemplation of a body, not the object of erotic fantasies. Well, I mean, yesterday My friend told me that he marries. With her. His girlfriend ever. I told him I could not do better choice and I'm happy for him, so much. In September, will have to live in Holland. And in the meantime I'm happy to be difficult to have a female who does not notice a thing, that does not yield to the lure if not made by people whose respect and attention are given by strictly part of a past life together. I am proud to go and seek the truth always, to the risk of sounding too serious to fight tenaciously and all that is frivolous and I'm not rich. I'm glad to have Claudio as a friend that every time, talking to me, thanks to have Romina Romina even when there is not. And I am proud that they no longer want to say what bothers me.
Yesterday I contacted a friend of mine in Bologna. It was my French teacher at a time when I decided to try to return to live there, after several life casino private. I remember when I took the note with his phone number to the bus stop. I called him immediately and in the afternoon we met in Salaborsa, the library in Piazza Maggiore. Pricing of the lessons and days. He lived a few buildings farther than me with his girlfriend. It was early morning when I was still half asleep and always uncertain about the choices I did. He was very strict, he spoke only in French and I realized half the things he told me. I think I also still dovergli return of the books you lent me. When he decided to go to Milan via Indipenenza we parted quickly, maybe it was around Christmas and I remember there was a big chaos in the arcades, loud music coming out of shops glitter. Every now and then I wrote to tell me the news about Bologna, until one day he told me that at the time of our classes had a crush on me but never had the courage to tell me. In short, I had not noticed absolutely nothing, that I will be taking too much of my cock, that if you are in love with another miss I start to analyze the signals someone is sending me. Well, I mean m'è came to just smile, I thanked him for having spared the effort of the bounce that I would put in place. I have also explained why. That respect for those who have chosen life partner begins first of all thought, since it is very easy, very easy to fill attention to the people who are close only when we have before us physically. It 's very easy. On this I have always been a great naive but I always preferred to follow my way and make you feel integerrima only masters of my head who I loved. And I'm not ashamed to think that this is the only way for me to love, that is the purity of the feeling is right there where the eyes can not get to see. I'm helping my mother around and see many other women suffer no such honesty. For things done and those behind them, simply to be "wives" and not the object of profound thought, not the object of contemplation of a body, not the object of erotic fantasies. Well, I mean, yesterday My friend told me that he marries. With her. His girlfriend ever. I told him I could not do better choice and I'm happy for him, so much. In September, will have to live in Holland. And in the meantime I'm happy to be difficult to have a female who does not notice a thing, that does not yield to the lure if not made by people whose respect and attention are given by strictly part of a past life together. I am proud to go and seek the truth always, to the risk of sounding too serious to fight tenaciously and all that is frivolous and I'm not rich. I'm glad to have Claudio as a friend that every time, talking to me, thanks to have Romina Romina even when there is not. And I am proud that they no longer want to say what bothers me.
