IT WAS THE END. For a long time, I'm enticed by him, as a magnet. I refused for a long time to be with him, in spite of my evident feelings, because of my fear of not being for the height. Then, we remained good friends, and I repulsed my feelings. And nevertheless, we got closer a little more still. I was so good in the arms; anything nor anybody could reach me. When his lips crashed on mine, I didn't want that that stops. In spite of my urge, my hopes for us, everything stopped, brutally. My world collapsed, but not my feelings, even if the anger got the upper hand. I thought and I still think of him, in spite of the pain which it imposes me. He shot the page so fast ! I counted gift not in his eyes?! It's so hurtful, painful. Today still, I imagine ceaselessly that that would have been able to be, and I suffer silently. To cry in warm tears in front of this lost love, and this impotence changes it nothing. It's so hard to forget.