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Chapter 33 - Transition
had been two weeks since that day and had not heard from him or a call, message or even an email. Had virtually disappeared from the map. But despite the pain it caused me was satisfied because he was sure she loved him, and that was enough to cope. I would not say he was happy, because it would lie, but it was with a clear conscience, all that he meant, he said. Well, maybe not everything had been said, but enough to be at peace with oneself. But I'll never to deny that the strange horrors every night without him hurt, that his inexplicable failure to receive calls or unexpected visits only feed the void that I had left to go.
Nevertheless, he felt pain and relief that was because he knew everything, I kept wondering what he had done wrong for him not to trust me with such a thing. I never would have tried, we would have solved together, I was willing to maintain a distance, anything to stay by his side, but no, he had chosen to hide. What was done wrong to take that decision? Maybe he had the image of a woman suspected? Maybe I was furious with him to let me know? I could not understand how there was no trust me, it is assumed that any relationship was based on trust, but apparently he did not have it in me and it hurt even more than the actual lie itself.
preferred not to think about it, rather than drown in sorrow that he had not lived with the joy of how beautiful she was the stage of our relationship. At least I did not feel so bad, that was really suffering but suffering it was fun. It had been several days since I cry at night, so he saw progress. I knew I would never forget him, but at least learn to live with his absence.
It was just a few days he had spoken to the girls, after many prayers, tears and fights had understood they had only responded to the promise they made to Jackson that I will not say anything, they had nothing to do with the matter, so do not be blamed for anything.
Apparently Juliet was very excited in his relationship with Cam, it felt bright and happy as long ago did not look, it seems that things were directed. From what she had, their appointments were the most romantic thing that seemed odd to her boyfriend, who looked so seductive womanizer but apparently below this layer masculinity was a sensitive man and that Julie loves. However
Gabriela she was so stressed out with wedding preparations, but even so it felt happy, he radiated a kind of luminosity that all happy with their passing. Fortunately I had no part in the preparations, said she and Julie would do so both saved me the time uncomfortable. It was not that weddings do not like, is that apparently altered me too and sensitized me to the point of beginning to mourn without explanation, so it was pretty embarrassing to take me out for that sort of thing. As Gabi told Robert was equally or more excited than she had paid the passages of the whole bride's family, who came expressly from Argentina to witness the marriage of the girl.
All overflowing joy at the event, except me. I mean, not that I was not happy for my friend, in fact the opposite was overjoyed to find the love of his life, but that meant that the ceremony was to see Jackson was not thinking about that but at certain times of loneliness I could not help, let me if the wedding is coming up in less than two weeks. Frankly I was not prepared for such a meeting, but he also knew he could not keep away and I could not miss, so I could only pretend not to see. Although we, my mother had taught me better things than that, so I would greet me by kindness and limited to deep my sorrow but without note. Who cheated? I was not prepared for this meeting! I did not know how to react, and act. It was really a stressful issue for me, so I decided as I used to, get out on a tangent.
So I grabbed my purse and black jacket and left the apartment. It was Saturday and as usual, go to the cafeteria for Charlie to spend the afternoon, I wanted to stay at home thinking about things that I self-destructed. The London evening air cooled my face and my soul, which ultimately was bleak although intended Vivid Living there was no other than that they occupy the whole of my small frame heart, my soul and ripped my emaciated body. The relaxing breeze and for a second, only a second away from me all the concerns that were affecting my deranged mind.
At the cafeteria, it was almost empty, increasing the void in my soul, but despite that, I needed a moment alone with a book so I kept walking toward the bar, where I met Charlie. As he often did, I asked how I was, how he was, if I needed anything and other questions regarding my welfare. I did not know what had happened between Jackson and I accurately but I knew I had hurt, and we do not just put in a good mood, it's on several occasions had offered to punch him for not keeping his promise, but I had refused claiming that it was not worth, everything was solved.
After the series of questions features, ordered a cappuccino and I went to my usual table. I started to watch the few people around me, just weeks ago had caught the habit and now every time I came I could not help it.
There were two tables to the right a couple forties. She was very pretty, red hair and gray eyes, yet he could not say it was graceful and yet, looked at as if their lives depended on the other. I looked away from that partner, think about love sometimes and most of all because it hurt or had me.
few tables away were two young men. The girl was a brunette with mesmerizing eyes and an incredible shoes, but the boy was blond but with dazzling blue eyes. He put his hand to her and shyly took it in hers, talking rapidly. The girl's face was incredulous, but when the boy finished speaking, one could discern in his face a smile of happiness. Still holding hands, the boy brought it to his mouth to kiss the hand that, from now on be his girlfriend. This image was undoubtedly the worst, especially because the age that seemed to have not so far from that Jackson and I had the first time we were here.
But he did break up completely, was undoubtedly an elderly couple. He was stocky, had brought glasses and a lot of wrinkles, she hid behind them lenses enormous brown eyes, his nose aquiline and his lips brushed a red passion. Also grabbed his hand and spoke animatedly but in turn with passion and love. Although his appearance was what gave the final puntazo, Jackson and I never get to such instances why he was gone, and I was so proud to not forgive him and board the plane with him. We could never get to see our grandchildren running around the garden while drinking tea in the porshe, we would have a chance to marry or even a big party. I attributed the blame for all this, why was their mistake not telling me, but it was my fault lies both blind me and not see beyond this. She was angry with myself for having taken by my instincts, and now probably why I left alone. Would never look at a person in that way, and it hurt.
But despite all that lived around in my head, I knew that if I was doing this time and overall collapse because I was surrounded by happy couples, which apparently all had plotted against me.
"Petra Cotes was perhaps the only native heart was Arabic. He had seen the recent destruction of their barns and stables away by the storm, but had managed to keep the house up. "I've probably read that sentence of the book that read," One Hundred Years of Solitude, "at least twenty times, but still and could not understand. Despite not wanting, my mind wandered for love and how he had escaped me. I tried to take refuge in the moments lived and not think about it, the first glance, the first match, the first ride, first kiss, which came later, but still I had trouble. Then like something out of nowhere, I felt a hand on my shoulder. Who would dare interrupt my depressing thoughts? I knew that Charlie was not, he knew when he did bother me, but then who?
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