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Chapter 32 - forgetful
several hours I was walking down the desolate and snowy streets of London, actually had no idea where he was, but that did not prevent continued walking. I did not know where it came from, nor where to go, but kept walking. On the streets there was nothing and I could not remember what he did at this time on foot and one above. Felt a need to purge all, I felt pain but did not know what was the cause. Sometimes I met people who asked me if I was okay, was it? Thought so, was alive and well but hurt in the depths of soul. I could not remember which was the reason why he suffered, maybe he had discussed with Gabi, surely it was crazy. Although I knew deep down that this was not the case.
It was already four o'clock I decided to go home, and had walked almost all of London, and there was nothing to see again, so I took a taxi and went back to my house even though he had not a little desire.
Upon arrival everything was silent, but I was strange, I did not feel comfortable in my own home. What the hell happened? I felt something strange happened, as if something that I learned. I turned on the emergency lights, thinking that perhaps the discomfort was due to the darkness that surrounded me. But that feeling did not leave, even with the lights on. I felt insecure, soon began to hyperventilate, what happened? What I happened?
I was shocked to hear the phone, but I was eager to attend, so I threw myself on the bed and placed my arms behind my head, just because that I relaxed. The lights were still on but so was my insecurity.
The answering that call and attended the party on the tube left a message - Agus - said that voice in a clear American accent, who the hell knew my English name that were not Gabi and Juli? - I am Jackson, I, I ... I'm sorry. It is the fifth message you leave, you start to worry, you can at least call to find out you're right. Kell Rob and I are holding for not out to get you. I just want to apologize, I was stupid! I should have trusted you, oh God I'm so sorry Mey - and said he could feel his voice crying reeling content. But oddly enough, did not know who this guy was so confident that I had with me. Jackson? Rob? Kell? Who were these people? Not recall any known, would perhaps classmates? - Need to know you're right, I need to know - and then his beautiful voice ceased because over time the machine.
I went to the bathroom in mind that Jackson took off my clothes and took a quick shower, but his name still did not leave my head. Who era? And why I did so well known that voice? And why not felt in my own home that feeling of familiarity? Maybe I was missing a lot of my payments. Yes, that's it, I was convinced as he left the shower and I wore his pajamas. And combed his hair still wet but I went to the kitchen and made myself some tea. Why am missing something in the house, and even myself? And where was all this time? Where he came from before to miss? My head was a bunch of questions, but no clarification had, in fact none of them had. When I had finished the tea, I went to bed, even with that feeling in the chest pain and shortness, and the strange the answering machine. Jackson? Who would?
I spent some time in bed awake, thinking about that voice that made me so familiar with the speed when it rains in spring, the understanding came to me. Jackson Rathbone by God, my boyfriend. But along with that, filled the enormous pain that was latent in the chest. He had me fooled. I had hidden the truth, which in some cases was as bad as lying. But despite my pain, did not want to increase theirs with my sudden disappearance, so I took the phone and she sent a text message. "I'm fine. Sorry. I love you Jack "Yeah, though I had hidden such a thing, despite not trusting me love him, yes he was the man of my life and I could not do anything to remedy that. After half a minute got a message "I feel it more. I love you as much or more. " Maybe if I would have said, we could have done something together, face the problem of distance, we might even move in together. Of course, the fastest option is never correct, and he had chosen to hide it. When I realized it would lose the love of my life for lack of communication I was succumbed by a sea of \u200b\u200btears, he would go. And leave me alone. With that sad but true thought I fell asleep. ---
Two days had passed since that meeting at the home of Robert, was hurt and would continue for a long time. Deception of this type were not easily overcome. Anyway against all odds, I was in the airport trying to look for Jackson to say he loved him. I needed him to know of my mouth, I needed to tell. Clearly
was a decision lightly, yesterday had called my house announcing that the flight to depart Los Angeles mid-morning today, the answering machine did all the work, of course, was still hurt him. However, today when I woke up in the morning I could not help thinking that maybe I would not see again then I took the plunge and here I am. Trying to find my man in a crowd of travelers.
I had not realized that the airport was so big in my stay in it, but clearly it was. Take half an hour walking through the corridors and no news of Jack. His flight was leaving in an hour, and like any normal person he would have to be here two hours ago but I found it impossible to find. I had resigned, never see him again.
I sat in one of the many banks that gave away the huge window of thick glass. I took my elbows to my knees, my trunk forward and finally hands over my face. Was hurt and I hated it for having lied, but that did not stopped loving him as he did. If you never would see, if you never know how was the feeling of his lips on mine, if he could never feel her perfume and see the disastrous combination, at least wanted you to know that she loved him dearly. Complex was plunged into mourning when the crowd I could make a distinctive hat, accompanied by a guitar. And while that might not be him, I started to run to see if it was not who I wanted. People looked at me confused and puzzled by my behavior, some strike me insulted when my busy career, but had to reach the goal to raise that way trophy. There were only a few steps, a few steps when I stumbled upon a huge bag out of nowhere. I started to curse, now, was determined by fate, never see it. The owner of the bag was apologizing while I put my best face of innocence, and pretended not to be upset. He was still on the floor but a manly hand offered to help, so you take it. The surprise could not me when I was face to face with Jackson.
- still feel so awkward - scoffed with a smile, but the joy of it did not reach his eyes.
- and your so cute - happy to have found confessed. I hugged him tightly, as if no tomorrow and although at first hesitated, then placed his hands on my waist and pulled me towards him. It was great to feel the smell so manly but gentle, even one last time.
When we separated, I could clearly see why he would apologize, but that would ruin the moment, so I put a finger in her mouth and said - shh talk too much. Then forward to kiss him. Should say it was a hot and passionate kiss, but it was the last two opted for sweetness, simplicity and love. Our lips were moving in rhythm and I could feel his incredible taste in my mouth was wet and it made me enjoy it even more. We split because we needed air, otherwise I strongly believe that life would be kissing. Obviously
was determined to break the moment and my sanity, so I came to put a finger on his lips and said - I love you Jackson.
- as much as I love you Mey. Never forget - whispering just said, I could see in his eyes that he hoped for a rematch, but was not sure I could feed them. Despite his false hopes, I could see love and that was enough for me to kiss him back, but in this case was a simple rubbing of the lips, then fled as a fugitive by the cramped corridors of the airport. And then I realized that he would not return to my life. She was alone.
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