I fucking love. You Molly I Duckie. More than a nickname my own, but a name. Are imposed to remind me the folly of love, perhaps the only person who can never repay that. The only person I want on my side. The only one who really understands me. The mother that I would like for my children. The only one I can not give up. The only really important. My best Molly's friend just ...
was one of those days where it rains in Rome and never seems to stop when it rains so hard that the rain buy a new charm prevails because man and the city. I sat in the penultimate row of the hall staring blankly the chair, who is only there to not feel guilty.
you came all of a shot. I turned just distracted by the sudden noise of the door. does not notice right away. noticed only her hair and clothes wet from the water as she tried to fix it as best. I would definitely come back to my thoughts if you, in very non-crowded classroom, had not decided to sit right next to me. Gives her a smile and she showed up.
"Pleasure: Molly. Sorry but I hate hate umbrellas and Genetics. "
Not that I particularly loved the subject, but from that day she sat next to me all the lessons. They passed the examinations, semesters and years. She told me everything. I was shoulder to cry on when she felt lonely. The companion to call for a beer or a concert not be missed. The friend who has comforted when between her and the man she loved was over. I, however, I kept everything inside. I was afraid of ruining our relationship and I waited in vain for the perfect time to realize my dream. But there comes a day when you realize that you have nothing to lose. That day was her graduation. I knew that was not his intention to continue his studies in Rome, though fearing my reaction, she tried to hide it.
arrived late to the party because of his work at the Pub. Despite the hour, his house was still crowded with people more or less drunk, dancing and talking cheerfully. I looked in the room, ignoring the various colleagues gathered there for the occasion. last saw her. That dress suited her flowers to a new beauty that she rarely showed. was conspicuously shines. I saw her flirting with a guy never seen before, perhaps not much older than her. The white rose fell from my hands. I do not know what took me. I could not resist this scene. I was not pretending. Not that night. I went down the street, where I could scream and vent my pain with anger. I took a walk without stopping. I thought of all the beautiful moments spent together, the laughter, our favorite movies, concerts and dance in the past so stupid, traveling in the car with the volume of the stereo at full volume, our singing on the street, 3 before the horn to go home and evenings spent with beer and cigarettes. I thought when I came to our own wall, opposite the Colosseum. We went up above. Around me I could hear the noise of Rome, he woke up at dawn. I closed my eyes.
Give me strength, reserve control Give me heart and give me soul Give me love give us a kiss ...
our song. Those words and the notes are repeated in my head like a broken record. I was blocked by fear and full of thoughts. I figured it would be like a kiss, the two of us hand in hand, I wake up beside her and hugged her in the morning just whispering "I love you." I was losing everything. The fear of losing was walking away from me and I could not do is deal with my obsession on that night I decided to turn into madness.
And give me love over, love over, love over this And give me love over, love over, love over this ...
I jumped out and ran. Courses strong to prevent me from reaching the fear that, taken aback, surprised I had left on that wall. Courses at breakneck speed through the streets of the ancient city. I was relieved and happy because I was lifting the weight of a hidden love. I was finally facing my biggest fear, behind which you find true happiness. If you do not throw in a vacuum as you can fly? How can you say that you have really lived before they're willing to risk your biggest asset to your dream? I ran dragged by adrenaline that runs through my blood. In front of me only you and you walk fast countdown, yards and streets that separated us. I wanted to explode them in front with all my love and then leave them in peace the choice of taking a star turn. I did not feel fatigue, fear, melancholy, I did not care about anything. Arrived at his door I just wanted to give in to her, and die in his arms.
The rest is not the case that I will tell you that story.
Duckie Each has his day.
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