A week ago something terrible happened dimango to me, but my wounds heal with time. A month ago my

A week ago something terrible happened dimango to me, but my wounds heal with time. A month ago my friend ended his gil and decided to drop you, I sent him love songs, dimango little poems and small details until he asked her out, so good we went for a walk but we found two friends and I mopped the plan; I invited her again and went and what happened was this: We went to the beach to watch the sunset and talk and there was going to testify and that the subject of his ex (my first blow auch) we came. She told me that after Alex was with someone else to forget (another hit), began to mourn about it and I wiped my tears and said softly: Promise me you'll never mourn and it approached me and when I was my lips close to hers practically stopped near her telling me: John I love you but not as much as you love me for me, I love you like a brother (so far this is the most painful thing eh ear and sense). I tried to change dimango the subject and wanted to put sauce on my phone, but I could not because to hear the chorus of the sauce in my knew I was going to break if I heard those songs of love. Returning dimango to his home in the car the driver put salsa in love and that it hurt me, and it hurt more than she sang an occasional song to disguise my submerged in a sea of sadness sing too, but when the driver turned off the music I was with a face of utter defeat and she noticed it and asked me: What about John, do you, why you making that face? and I thought "I just broke your heart and you are so naive chutzpah or how to ask this, but no matter still I love you", but I told her put an empty smile: No, I'm fine do not worry. And she said: Oh ya ... At the door of his house was sad and she returned me to ask the same question and I said the same thing, and I said goodbye to my house and getting a damn combi blaring broke me whole soul with the song Fantasia wound Erick (salsa) and was inadvertently tearing and put on my sunglasses to hide my sad eyes. Yah my home wasted my time thinking about it, and at night I went out looking for my Bros and put it in my cell the same song the van and front of my legs broke to mourn like a child, like a sad child and they explain why crying and one of my brothers whom I consider my brother shared my pain and cried with me and my other two friends were trying to cheer me but I had lowered their morale with my sadness and was vainly to tell me something. But something told me that I have so far in my mind is: "Yes indeed love her, fight for her and what you will do, do it but do it with heart" And that my friends and some other disinterested leyente is what I'm doing.
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