Warning: DO NOT post a misogynist and / or the woman in toto, its author being a fan of the female gender, when not caught in their mistakes forever.
I tell you, that you say nice-looking, aged between 20 and 30 - but even the most seasoned - with boyfriend charged and that all describe as a happy situation: stability, trips, joint projects.
Suddenly, the imponderables in your life, the unexpected, the destabilizing element: the man to whom you would like your boyfriend looked like, or that represents what your partner has been and is no longer, and perhaps never will. The pleasant
disturbance that shakes you enough time to find yourself dreaming about him, his body, his kisses, his sidelong glance that you peers and remains silent.
feeling that is a disturbance that you want, in your little life felicemanontroppo, enough satisfactory enough until you are presented with the sudden realization that you can, want, deserve so much more.
That partner became a dead weight, the more forbidden fantasy and caressing before sleeping and waking.
That companion away, in another country, miles and miles away, excellent ploy to escape the loneliness without commitment, without too much involvement. The other
dolcegiocososensuale a beautiful distraction, with whom kissing, fondling, petting and biting to get involved until giving way to feelings of guilt and late immature.
the news that is legitimate, you show yourself happy, as if nothing had happened, as though nothing could crack your rassicurantissimo love affair.
But then, down the receiver, Magone, continuing the thought that his approach paleserà in you an awareness of the inalienable your betrayal.
of this betrayal that, if disclosed, will make you even more cowardly, and if you keep it hidden, you destroy.
So you do: write another.
words serious, solemn, never addressed so far.
Words simulating a detachment that burns you deep inside, and you hope it will attract / reject more and more.
After all, he is the knowledge a month, maybe two, and in this short time has brought havoc in your peaceful existence.
What's that blame, accusing him of not being programmed to be an unforeseen flaw in a system that flaunts with such certainty.
A weak house of cards, that only the arrival of an intriguing stranger may precipitate at any time.
The other will suffer, will suffer, but then forget, hating your weakness, inconsistency as a ladies' fragile self-control that at first glance gives way to passion.
Just you, doubly infrangitrice of hearts, with my heart hand say to choose.
choices belong to adults, good heart, the brave and all those who meet the expectations of others while having full knowledge of his will. If
follow me down this road, surely opterai the choice that anyone would expect from you: the choice easier.
Abandoned, crushed under the anticipated regret and guilt hangover your irrationality, in the arms of reassuring, of course, legitimate boyfriend.
refuge once more, after a short breath of fresh air and a taste of paradise in your own little world "quite happy", in you are loved but would like to flee, vanish.
perhaps with a love aborted before they look out on your conscience.
Choose this to the detriment of both.
In spite of yourself.
And I beseech you: do not.
