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No one more than me (the concert Boh)

Twenty-four hours ago began the concert of the Band Of Horses.

I went with my friend R, as I had dreamed a year and a month ago. Because I bought the tickets yet this summer, in August. I bought two. I bought two because a part of me still hoped that maybe you and me we'd be together today. You did the hard. But in a lot of months could still happen.

But nothing happened. And time has passed. Like this nonsense.

I know. Boh i am not sure your music genre. Bore you. They make you sleep. And I thought while listening to the concert I would have hugged you and you would have had a rest in the foot like a horse, close to me. E I thought I would burst with happiness. And I should have, in return, maybe ten concerts take you where you'd pogato. Like the time, this concert by the sea. What did you go to mosh a minute, you've vented, pushing between the boys and then you're stuck bouncing back to me, wagging his tail. It was what you called "the most beautiful night of your life." The most beautiful for me, fuck. Passed to dance with you. A kiss. A hold. To smell.

But yesterday to hear the Boh I went with my friend R. And it was good eh. I enjoyed it. And then there was this song that says,

But no one is ever gonna love you more Than I do
No one's gonna love you more Than I do

And I thought of you. No one will love you like I love you. And at the instant that you thought I clearly perceived that dozens of people were listening to the concert, they too felt the same thing for someone. Perhaps for their partners. Or maybe for a person who has entered their lives but there was meant to stop. Like you did with me.

will presumption. But I am sure to have you really loved more than anyone else. I will not put all my savings into a house. I am not to be transferred. But I would. I would have done because if I tell you I love you and you answer me "me too" if you chant "we do not want you to be my best thing ever happened" and you crying I say "I love you so much," if you say kissing is the best thing I think this is true of the poor is stronger than the practical obstacles can be overcome. Words are important.

I'll be idealistic. But I believe what he tells me the person I love. I guess it means to trust to love (and the fact that you do not fidassi me but maybe he wanted to say something). Maybe I'm naive because as you said these things, and dedicated to my thoughts and free time, real life a dedication to another. But I believed in the words, the looks, the sighs. I believed that I did not think a body was lying. I believed you, that all life on love You're right, you'd understand how I felt, you would have trusted me, you would have ceased to be afraid. But after nine months and told me "when I say I love you even say that I love you 5% in reality."

You Ran. Again. Always. I sincerely believe. I justified. And I am convinced that I loved you like no one ever will because I gave everything I had and also what I did not know you had. And I did not get anything in return. I have nothing for you now. Only a handful of memories, a handful of looks. Feelings. The ghost of your smell, your kisses violent of your nervous hands.

The silk of your hair electric. Your skin. That reddens. Your teeth disintegrate very hard that my left incisor in a kiss that seemed to want to join force. The Your tears made of guilt, fear and pleasure as I licked you. Your shivers of happiness after being hugged and just kept you in the ovaries and sore.

But I've also given pain, humiliation and waste. And my love has survived everything. Always. Perhaps foolishly. I do not think anybody ever loved you so, and never will. Probably not even what you want. No, I know. I do not understand. I can not understand all the contradictions in his gestures, words. It kills me not to understand.

And in the end, exhausted from your contradictions, and by your continued attracted me away in every imaginable way, from your declarations of love on and off, I did once again what I have asked. I have always obeyed. I have always respected your space, your choices, your priorities. Maybe too much. And this time I obeyed. I took out his balls (your exact words) and I never treat you like a person like any other, even worse (your exact words).

I had to find the strength from anger that made me your excuses, your lack of respect for my feelings. Your lies. Your love is impossible but you can not have. Your excuse I love you but I did not want. I had to find strength in what little dignity I may have left. Now you probably hate me. Now are you sure I'm not worth anything and you've got absolutely right to keep me away after I've fell in love with you. Now you'll be trying to save both ways, justified, or perhaps you wallow in self-despising itself for having done something so foolish as to fall in love. As for me, the madness has been live only a few bites of a huge happiness that we could have. I do not know.

The only thing I know is that yesterday you were not there. So maybe even if you have permeated every second, every thought, my every breath since 21 April, even if you were in my heart since we talked the first time in 2003, perhaps you've never been.

But no one is ever gonna love you more Than I do know this.

Dr. Michael Szalay Brisbane

the misfits of the misfits

You sent me a shirt. The wearing. You sober. With the writing of a group equally sober. A group that does not know and I barely heard anything. But just look at her, relief printing on rough cotton, it happens that I go back there.

We are on your car. It is one of those rare and painful happy days. It's hot. Because it's summer. Smell the salt and sand. We are. Maybe we did talk, maybe you have hidden under the sand his head, maybe something not quite right. But who remembers? He was the only indisputable, the indescribable. Grains between the toes and in costume. The texture of your skin on my palms. The salty taste of peace, the violence of happiness.

And suddenly screams. And laugh. It's like when one down a box of nails, your laugh. And I like the nails. We just passed a couple with a stroller. I had not even noticed. But you laugh and say that the boy has the Misfits shirt. I turn back just in time to catch a glimpse of the black T-shirt with what is perhaps a skull. To you enjoy so much that a father has a shirt like that.

And the cockpit is full of you, and I'll do my usual smile. And now I know. Now that I have this shirt that you've chosen is unclear to me why this moment is so important. Why does it happen that laughed when we thought the same thing. Perhaps never admit it. And maybe you can even realize that you've really thought about.

But at that moment, in that burst of happiness, our minds and our hearts are synchronized. Our mouths may not have had the courage to materialize a fantasy so far and seemingly impossible. However, for a moment, those three were walking to us.

Yong Grils Materbating

The dream of Christmas morning 2010

I wake up and my bed with me inside it is materialized in the house of your father, the morning after Christmas Eve dinner. You've just got you're still in her nightgown. There he and his father arguing heatedly. And not the least notice of my appearance. But you, you realize it but you're not so surprised. I tell you come away with me. You do resistance at first, I can not, how do I? But I do not know how you convinced. All this happens in the presence of two more intent on talking that they do not notice shit. Just get on my bed and fly away. Have you decided, you change. You take off your shirt and stand naked in front of your father. Which shows no sign of noticing. But I rather pissed off and I start to tell you but how are you naked in front of your father? And you with your typical face of a sly and roguish smile as you say you know for some time. It still has not noticed anything. The situation is paradoxical. And yes, by the end maybe you do not really even seen walking through the room with the bafiona outside. I do go to the nervous and I think that now go up on my bed and disappear magic. But I wake up.