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brian_k_t @ 2008-12-31T17: 23:00

I simply wait for it to connect. I could hear him tinkering across the wall, at a time when everything changed, the blows began to sound much stronger, even I thought she would pull the wall ... talking to someone, but I just listened to it. A "mother" sounded desperate I confirmed my suspicions. I was talking to Jen. I did not know I had said, now they know and Jenn could have saved the damage he did, he listened mourn, and her crying was destroying me, I felt broken, empty, and I felt so far, despite having him just a few meters. ;

lit his laptop and sent him a message asking how he had been flying, did not beat around the bush, he asked , that was what Jenn had asked me after the attack, of course Jenn could not shut up, no, sometimes I wonder if they really do not realize the harm that can come to ask Justin, but of course, I'm not the most appropriate to criticize it. I told the truth, damn, how hard it was to remain seated, listening to mourn, was shattered, screaming incoherence, insulted me many times I lost count, I was not aware that I also cried until the tears soaked the keyboard ...

was broken, my fault, I was shattered a few feet from me. Y I sat, feeling helpless, worthless to get up and cross the few meters, was not the time, was not yet time to rush definitely could end my chances.

But still, it never ceases to amaze me, told me he needed me, I wanted to caress him, even if so, with a few sentences on the computer, I decided, if at that time I was rejected that there would be future for us.

I got

and crossed the meters that separated us, I called her door and when opened it was no surprise that I saw in his eyes really scared me look at him, he was not, was a ghost, my Sunshyne housing, a body trembling, panting, let me hug him, we are on the right track, I thought.

After a while where I did not quite understand what he said, in which the words broke agonizingly tried to leave his lips, I took the couch and sat ; in my lap, he was crying, all I could do was stroke, trying to calm him down, draw strength from where there were not to sink with it. I told him I loved him, I think never before in my whole fucking life was so sincere, not to worry, that everything would happen, there would be no more lies, that there would be ma s secrets between us. It was calming down little by little, aprentandose against my chest, still without looking at me until I asked him to take, at the time the request seemed out of place, but at the same time, I saw a light, a door opened before me with what I asked.

I took in his arms to the bed, undressed him, not wanting to be let go, so with one hand started to caress her, covering her skin with my lips, my tongue, I plunged into my mouth, how many times was he who had given me pleasure to me ... Today I played back in any way, to show how grateful he was to have him, and I did, slowly, very gently, while his body began to respond to my attention, left to mourn in a moment of truth that I was not aware of this, until I noticed that tears were not already, they were moaning, drowning, what I was hearing, and I noticed vibrate in my hands, so close to orgasm, I stopped, did not want that, I wanted more, show up where, show her how much she loved him, I finished off my clothes, watching him, his eyes on me, and before she could react they sat on their hips, for once, no condom, no preparation, let me down slowly over his erection, buried in the depths of my being, the surprise in her eyes he only encourages me to continue to lean on him as I moved slowly over his erection, to whisper back all you want that for years he refused and wanted to say something and again not I stopped, drank from her lips, I licked every inch of skin in my power, the feeling was too intense, too hot, sweet, so intimate, so inside, responded, of course reacted, I pushed , and stood over me without leaving my interior was ... can not find words to describe the feeling of having him within me, so, with nothing between us, could say it's sublime, but would still be short, is more than that, it is painfully pleasant enough to want to mourn, as well as to wish keep forever.

As he felt was something else, was there with me, but despite that was not part of Justin, had disappeared, the pain was so great that I could not still recovering from everything, I hope to do someday.

Even now still look at me, I do not think, but I do not see, respond and try to smile, but not him. I love him, more than life, more than I ever thought I could ever want ..

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"With two balls" and does things Brian Kinney ... yes sir ... with two balls.

And that's what I'm missing today, two balls to confront him, to stand up despite the amount of times I said I did not want me. Face to prevent him from boarding the plane elements, but of course ... I'm looking like an asshole and embarks ... What happened last night I will bring more problems than they want, what I smell and ... I'm in deep shit if she has talked to Jenn will want to kill me now, if not already done so ... he did not think ... I called NY to lead to another apartment some furniture ... the most essential, I'm within half an hour is my flight, and while I'm here as a jerk, in the cafeteria at the airport, thinking that pussy I can tell you to forgive me.

I've left a message on the answering Jen, if I have luck and get fix this, tomorrow we will both be back, otherwise I'll be back alone and I'll take you with Linds.

I keep thinking ... would have told you, yes, but when? And damn if you miss Jenn asked me to come back to him, if he escapes he asked me what I fuck her, then yes I'm dead ... with the lap that gives all ... would be able to think anything ...

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what the hell you tube to find the nurse? We were fine, so will, with luck that I have were too good for it to last ..

Britin When I left I went to see Debb, does not it funny that the wake at this hour, but ultimately it is my "mother" and did not drive much anger, I heard, I turned green, I've won two collejas I do not know that it odd for me, you're right, I acted like a real asshole, but in the same way he understood the reactions No Justin, also came to understand why I did not say before ... so I stayed as it was, well, more or less, the coffee was loaded and I learn and have a little ...

Debb When I left I was not sure what to do ... could not return to Britin, Justin made it clear he did not want me, did not want to go to the loft, which involved a drunk but I would not upset too was not the solution, so I tumbling pass another hour, until the reserve began to score, you would remember that Justin had used the car ... never remember to fill the tank, chances whores ... was opposite the hospital, when I realized I was out of fuel ... and when parked next thing I knew was sitting in the same place, where I spent five years ago so many nights ...

I spent hours sitting there were more than five in the afternoon when watch the clock for the first time I went to the loft, a shower, hoping to find a message from him on the answering machine had not ; to call, but there was a message from him, telling he was going to NY.

So here I am like an asshole waiting to get my flight time, thinking that I can tell you to forgive me. Hopefully not too late this time, you can still fix it, but every time we argued, every time I'm hurting me realize that at any time your patience will be broken and no, I do not want or thinking, unless combines two months of the wedding.

are calling, I have to be shipped.

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brian_k_t @ 2008-12-17T00: 12:00 Call and travel

The poor thing was so nervous, I must say that I I was, to deceive, but the last thing it needed was Justin, to let you know how far I was also concerned about the situation. He is a genius, that I know, it took was for others noticing.

shook hands, smiled at all times cordial, correct, I turned away ; of it a little, you leave your room, however was his day, and had to cope with what success meant, despite that I tried keep in sight, from time to time her eyes looked me, then with a smile, a nod from me light enough to placate the nerves in them rise again 'Justin I am here with you'.

Tom hovered around her like a fucking bumblebee, more than willing to pass his arm around Justin's shoulders, slide your hand on your back, or grab the arm, showing and showing off his discovery. In the brief moments that Justin took to politely get rid of those contacts I had to do a true exercise of self-control to not reach out and tear the eyes.

And then ... cross out !!... He appeared. Actually, I was surprised by his appearance, one could say that almost looked like a person ... normal ... None of that aspect of beggar who looked before, it remains a destripa_gatos ... but now is believed to have style ... it seemed, because he crossed the room with gait of superiority, looking at people with a smile of self-reliance the hard way contributed to the nausea that I felt since I saw him enter.

I retired a little, hidden from view by a column ... but from where I was perfectly to Justin, his expression was changing ... from happiness to surprise, from surprise to indignation, and what I saw then was the look of pure revulsion he had ever seen.

He approached him with safe passage and tried to kiss on the cheek, Justin stepped back, rejecting his show of affection and extended her education hand. By Justin gestures sensed that the conversation was not entirely satisfactory to the absurd prince, but the bastard kept smiling immutable ... as if Justin was telling some kind of adventure ... I realized that I wanted to look, and I stepped a bit further back from where it was, Justin could see me, but he did not. I did not want to intervene unless Justin should ask me what I wanted to give you the option to him that he should put things clear to undesirable, I looked and I knew he understood my gesture ...

After some conversation, they left him to approach the works exposed, Justin looked at me with pleading eyes, I made a nod with his head and pointed the bathroom, I noticed even from where I was and let it out that he had held when I looked and after smile turned to apologize to a couple who had approached to greet him, I turned around and as fast as I could I went to the toilet.

When I heard the door was already in the last cubicle waiting for Justin, but what happened next caught me completely by surprise. While still not heard someone close the door suddenly opened it again, getting a start and Justin let go my heart pegase a boat.

heard

Justin curse and when he went to peek, I saw him in the mirror, Justin's face and back of the little shit that I did not know if Justin had seen me until that bastard started talking ... And I stood there, frozen to each and every one of his words ... was very clear where to attack, which was going to say, reminded Justin, and step to me, all "putadas" I had forgiven her birthday present, my continuing contempt, as I fucked "The Rage" as he ignored it, insisting that if at any moment he had wanted, he would struggle to recover, and had not done. Justin sent him to hell, everything said so many times I had said to me since I was in NY, that he had accepted the case, I never promised him anything I wanted, I had always loved me. But Ethan volvíaa put the nail on the head again and again, getting every one of my demons hiciesen present in that bath. All the contempt, that stink, we hurt so much to both ... Justin was the limit, but my mind was still lost in those moments, even I was aware of the tears rolling down my cheeks, until Justin heard shouting "Fuck" I got to focus its image in the mirror, I was looking with the nerve to argue with that undesirable had forgotten I was there, waiting. At the same moment he saw me he cried, and Ethan pushed him, knocking him against the sink, just in time for me to dry up with the sleeve of Armani, the exact time to leave the cubicle and turn around, to welcome Justin running made me, and while trying to get back destripa_gatos the stability lost due to shove, I covered my lips with mine Justin did not want to say anything at that time, only kiss, just remind myself that he's mine, it's just me.

When he got to his feet, started laughing, I separated from Justin holding his arm, "are painful Justin, kissing you forget everything you did "use whatever I could not stand that little bastard and I weight lift an arm grabbing. "I'll tell you what is hard ... you you are, you said that you do not want anything, you lost your chance, you're history, Justin is with me, marry me and I'll see that never, never under no way to remember you again ... get out now, before we call security, or worse, before they have to break your fingers and have to beg again and this time without violin & rdquo , In his eyes I saw fear, terror and fuck up in my life, I was glad that someone is so frightened of me ...

left the bath running, I turned and I was looking at Justin, tried to apologize for what I had heard, but did not let him finish, he had nothing to apologize for, he smiled and replied, pulling on my arms, crying . He calmed down as I could and went to tell Tom that we had to go, that Justin was not feeling well.

was a long day, long and hard for both, but the show was a success, has sold all of the above, tomorrow we are going to Pitts and we will take a vacation in Britin, Ely me alone ... we deserve it ...

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I called five minutes after turning off the computer.

"Just listen, this is a good time to tell you some things, those who know Oiry want to tell me so hard and others have not told you before, you may not like to hear, but at some point had to say ... this is the time ...

To start I say I love you, from that premise, I hope that everything else flows alone, do not panic if ever notes weakness in my voice, not do it if at some point the tone is hard or intimidating you because you speak clearly when it comes to feelings, is a great effort.

have a power over me that no one ever had before, a power that I did not think anyone otorgaríaa jamásy in fact, I gave you, you you earned, you stole me, I must admit that perhaps from the first time I saw you in front of Babylon ...

That first night, which thanks to the amount of shit that I had taken, I just remember details, most importantly, what I remember most clearly is all about you, with your lips , with the touch of your skin, your taste, your inexperience, with fear in your eyes, your sorrow, but also with the value of take the risk to come with me, with a complete stranger ... some of those memories are so vivid in my memory as the closest in time ...

During these years my baloney and your tears have been a constant ... since the second time we met in front of the loft ... so far, I've always managed, even without the proposed letting me know, make you mourn, now when I think of each of the tears I have shed my fault ... I have been cruel to you, do not interrupt me now Justin ... let terminar.Te refused many times, so that at times even I thought he really did not care, keep to all that Brian Kinney did not believe in love, has hurt us both ... But you ... you ... God how stupid I've been all this time ...

I've pushed so many times in my life, I thank God that my blond guy never tired of insisting.

I would

to separate the memories, but there are times when it is not easy, as in the night of your graduation, I could stay just your smile, your body touching my hands, with your own sliding down my arms, with your eyes, your lips, FUCK JUSTIN ... had so much love in your eyes when we said goodbye ... I was scared, I was afraid, I could not admit that I cared, another stupidity, would have taken you to the loft ... I can not lose anything in Babylon that night was your night ... I could have prevented it, but I did, I did ... Justin could not ...

No, do not talk ... Fuck ... you face your father for me, for being with me and I ... I ... I could not do anything, I could not, and your smile last night, is something I'll never forget while I live.

Justin I wanted, really wanted, I wanted to give you what you needed, the I love the flowers, all he offered you, but did not know to like, I thought it would be better for you, I thought he would know how to make you happy ... I did not know how much I will miss going, the I needed you, how I wanted and then ... when I realized I was late coming to dinner with you, and you seemed to be happy at last, as they had been with me ever ... No Justin, do not blame yourself, never do ... I was, I threw as many times, I pushed into his arms, only regret the damage you did, because I can almost feel it as my responsibility as well.

Damn when I saw you in the dark room of Babylon ... Damn ... I thanked the heavens for letting me try again ... I thanked him for giving me a glimpse of hope, yet all was not lost and suddenly were in Vangard ... and fuck was so keen to hold you, kiss you I turned to scare ... ironic I know but if you had not kissed ... I do not know ... Justin ... was betting a heart of everyone telling me not have ... your lips reminded me of what was to be alive ... Your presence is what makes me alive ...

After cancer and fear, this time a fear that paralyzed me and you gave her hell again ... more than I ever thought you could show ... more patience than anyone would in your situation ...

not think it was back in Los Angeles, really did not think so ... but you came back, and the days have turned to light ...

Why the fuck I end up walking away from me? Why absurd reason I can not really make you happy? I've been several times on the verge of losing, but two of them was not only lose you, it was lose myself ... I get up every day to give thanks that you are alive ... giving thanks that supports me, giving thanks that despite everything you've done follow ones ...

I know that I get unbearable, I know I can not help, fear of losing you is there, lurking, waiting, and if for any reason ... Damn ... this is not easy at all ... I love you more than anything Justin, and trust you ... is only this distance ... ufff do not know ... we have to do this the two ... by the two ...

Sleep Justin ... tomorrow will be better ... I'm sure ... I love you. "

An hour later I was embarking NY bound ... and here I am ... his face asleep this morning when I arrived ... Colorado, with a fever ... I have fallen at a pharmacy before waking ... is now better ... I work a little ... do not let him get out of bed ...

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brian_k_t @ 2008-11-24T01: 16:00

finished I wrote my previous post and left me sitting at my laptop thinking on what I read, as he thought, as she paused every time we talked ... I was so lost in my thoughts and I noticed that he had approached his laptop, which was open on the table nearest the window, I could hear him cursing when he realized what had to the screen, but nothing came to me, sat down, sobbing, or so I thought, because even then I look, I I listened but I think at that time was not quite aware that it was Ela who heard.

suddenly started flashing a window directly in front of my eyes and yes I could no longer remain aloof, it was him, I asked why I spoke, and did not answer me ;, wanted to know when I thought, I felt, was certain he had read her diary, and he felt guilty ... he felt that he had fucking .... He, as always has been the victim of my wrong way actuar.Encendí a cigarette and closed his eyes away from that moment I did not want to have to deal with their feelings, the pain, you hear hit table, do not know what to say, what to do, impotence becomes strange when you ignore all the media but how to use them ... I asked him to stop mourn, finally confessed, but confessed without speaking I felt angry because a powder had to wait three months, that is not rage, we both knew he escribrió it in his diary, he was punished by me even when my only intention was to do the best for both, I was hurting, I never deserved to Justin, JAMA s, and he does not deserve someone who does not know how to love, someone who can not give him what he really deserves ... and I have tried so many times ....

tried to explain that after breaking the last wall that prevented me from really tell what I felt, what I really had always felt for him, he believed that from the moment I was honest with him, everything would be easier but I realized it was not so, I had the certainty that would never be entirely happy with me at that time and could not help with my hands covered my eyes and I broke my mourn, continued trying to explain that the past was that, after that we could not delete wondering if I really hurt therefore its reaction ... when I read everything he had written, I could only say that what hurt me was thinking I could never compensate for all the damage he had done, and then mentioned it, and again the fucking violinist was there between us ... and battered hitting my feelings ... pitching in an attempt to remove him from my mind and I realized how stupid they were being two ... maybe me more than him, because in the end he always tube more reason to be angry ... I

tried calm down and look him directly in the eye, above the notebook, as he wrote, doubting their reactions n, wondering who was able to understand me ... I simply asked her embrace, and before I realized he had over me, laying on my legs, my body melted, and wept openly, without embarrassment, wetting his hair, his neck and telling me all these things yet when not admit it makes me feel so good, telling me he loves me, he always has, always will, even then, the pain of the two, was part of the happiness you want, because time was of the two, turned away a little of me to look at the screen, the window in which we talked and background a picture of Gus's last birthday, Justin and Gus smiling at the camera, the only people I really care ...

I do not know where it came from my value at that time ... not sure but I lean back on the keyboard ... "Excuse me for being such a cocoon, I love you more than anything, just ... I have not even clear how to let you know ... I do not know if you get the message with the necessary clarity for you to understand ... I love you, and if you want us to get married tomorrow, I'm willing to go to hell, I just want to make you happy ... help me, teach me how to do it, please ... I love you "and began to mourn again, tried to fix it I wrote that you do not want anything, to stop and to mourn ... and that if he could tell me where was the bed ... he smiled, finally smiled and kiss me again after to start up one of the best nights I remember, one of the sweetest ...

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brian_k_t @ 2008-11 -22T01: 00:00

has been no intention on my part, I passed only your laptop, do not even look at the first turn, but the second my eyes were diverted to the screen has left open the newspaper, I imagine that there has been a volunteer, I did not read any further, I felt dirty, and not only be reading what you have written, if not for what they think, feel punished for my decisió No waiting three months is a fucking risk a bloody and unnecessary risk to expose the two, but in love there to take risks, that as I've said it once.

I feel like a punishment ... I do not understand how you can reach these conclusions, I seem to me absurd, is not a punishment, it's the two, for our safety, I am a selfish FUCK ... Am I? for wanting to wait, wanting make that day special in every way ... maybe yes, I do not know what to think, we continually seeing one month, I have days trying to compensate him for all the damage he did in the past ... and still not enough ... I do not know what to think. I just hope that at some point can feel my debt to as settled, I know it take, I look forward to the day that has nothing to reproach myself, nothing to complain ... for now ... is clear that he has saved much of what he says ... I feel that only the tip of the iceberg, the remaining 99% still remains below the surface ...

I'm shaking, not cold, is afraid, afraid to face this situation, fear of having to hear from your lips what I've read a few moments ago, fear have to admit he's right, fear that each and every one of my attempts to fix the years of slights are as fruitless as being so far ... afraid to admit to the mirror you bastard I am, who for nearly six years I played with him a cat and mouse, again need to fear what they hide Sorry. A fear that grips my heart, and I do not want to feel it.

Now I realize that whatever you do, though I try not to hide anything, to open up to him, I always end up hurting, we always end up at the same point, which I'm hurting, give half of what I got to live to see him really happy , not like now, I see him lying in bed, watching TV, looks at me and smiles, but the smile that always stirs my heart right now, I get bitter, because I know pretending, because I know that smile just make me happy, not because he is ...

I really wonder if all this makes sense, if I'm worth enough for him to have to put this to be me ... if you ever stop wanting to fight ... if the problem is that I love him as he deserves ... at times the fear fucking up until my throat is a painful sensation, acid, nausea intense burning inside ... What I can do, how I can explain it? God this is too complicated ...

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brian_k_t @ 2008-11-15T20: 05:00

I've had a shit night, recalling the years from moment to moment, each and every one of those times when I gave him every reason to leave, I had not been able to hold as much as him. From the outset, I behaved like a cocoon, the first time I did mourn, barefoot in the street from the loft that night would have had to start, should have been put through land ... because I did not deserve to continue there, and then of that, I wonder how many times he has cried because of me, how many times have you wished that I did not know how many, not because I want to, but because if I'm so for one night, I do not even imagine what will state whether your case has been years.

I have not slept a single minute, I dawned crying like a child, as had been years since I cried, curled into myself, not wanting to imagine what might ; to happen today, I cried for myself, him, for us, we've been, so we're going, and we hope that tomorrow ...

The violinist is sitting next to me for a long time, reveling in each and every one of my failures during that period of our lives, laughing an inability to tell me you want when it had managed to keep him next to me, laughing at my jealousy, my helplessness and my gear to finish handing ... Laughing, Me, my mistakes, our history gives to laugh for centuries ... I made so many ...

I know has only been a powder, it has been pounded and What? ... There has been more than that, but it could be a preview of what lies ahead, this alone, alone in this fucking city, and I can not do anything about it, ask him to stay is not an option, Ely is not fair to think that it's okay to think about what I want or what I need, I need you happy, you need done and do not want to be me on the ground that waste which may be the great opportunity of a lifetime.

If you let me open the doors to the future you want, this time, I lost touch. It may be the opportunity for the Great Brian Kinney bitter taste of defeat at last. My heart prays it does not, because we can fix it, but I do not know what to think, I know you expect to find me.

I considered that perhaps , s the best solution would behave as usual as he hates, wounding him, take him to Babylon and fuck a guy in my office, you may share with him, for sure it would go, and give away at once to me, I will give wings to his art, unfettered without remorse ... But on entering the loft and have him back in my arms all I went to the ground, my plans, my strength, and while we kissed, I started to feel my eyes burn, I could not afford mourn ma s, and even less in front of him. I got into the shower and wept in silence, fear ... that feeling gripping his stomach, that was fear, almost as much as when Hobbs, almost as much as the day of the bomb ... could lose, but this time it was only my fault.

And instead of fuck, instead of hurting ... I learned only to love, cherish every inch of her skin, in the vain hope of keeping more of it, to tell him I love him without speaking, there is nothing to forgive, I am yours, you I can not think of anything other than being with him I have made love as if it were our last day on earth and ironically it was not because he has been for me, was I wanted to be so, I understand that is the difference that both Justin remarked when I said that not all confined to fuck, because I have felt closer than ever ... I thought I could feel him And after nearly two hours of touching, kissing, moaning, whispering ... I slept, exhausted, not for sex, I could never tired of feeling ... but my emotions have overwhelmed and linked to fatigue of these days I have won.

I woke up and I've heard on your computer, imagine that you will be writing in his diary, that promise does not break it, do not ever read what he writes there . I know he does not ever read this, if you have any doubt about it would not be writing. He left the computer and came to bed with me, we made love again, and I've asked to shower for dinner something. I hear the water running and I'm tempted to go to accompany ... but no, go to dinner, then go to Babylon, I have one of their gifts in the office. I had not thought of a few days ago, but a foretaste of what will give on Monday. We have much to talk ... much to say, but I do not know how ... water has stopped running, going out of the shower ... I'm leaving.

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brian_k_t @ 2008-11-14T15: 13:00

After speaking with him by phone, after planning and ask again to marry me after which I would have masters, for planning our honeymoon, after all ...

And most ridiculous of this story is that I am I can not have his dick in his pants, he is the lover, the faithful, who did not live without me ; ... and somehow ...

I can not judge, I can not, but I would say a thousand things, mourn him as much as I've cried these two days, make you feel so miserable as he made me feel to me, but I guess everything in life has a certain tinge retroactively before I hurt you, now I pay is so crude still see how we unconsciously continues to work the damn eye for an eye ...

I've tried, yes, to deny being with others, to fuck any of those kids that walk by Babylon claiming that my dick will provide a self ; minimum of attention, proud to say they have been with Brian Kinney ... but they are all equal now, right before my eyes, are mere numbers, no charm, no beauty, is not it, and this simple detail, which ultimately is the one that counts, he remains all interest, none has his lips, nor his ass, nor his skin, or smell, or taste, are not interest me Ely.

I will not ask her to marry me, now I could not do it, this wound has been overlaid with an old, one of those who believe and closed but suddenly and with me minimum friction ... back pain, is so far away, only that any "violinist" can approach him. He needs to want it, embrace it, you die because you cherish, you want to make love ... fuck no, that makes feelings even in the sleeping, alone and exposed to someone to give me what I can not here.

That was the deal, love was no sacrifice was not to give up their dreams to be here with me, but as I said yesterday, as I understood that felt, is not a sacrifice to be apart? Is it not having to sacrifice the two thus feel alone and empty? Now that's sacrifice, or at least for me it is, but not decision mine is he who must decide what you want and I just wait to decide, here.

I'll try to talk to him tonight, I'll try to fix this before it's too late for any of the two before it is presented here as no doubt it will if it continues not to hear from me ... but perhaps quizásy just what I want, which is real show me everything he says, which is present here, and see in his eyes that I did not lie, he regrets what happened, who still loves me as he did, and I'm not a fool to keep waiting for his return.

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This should not be happening, Why I have to be me in this bitch session, if it the deal is closed? As Larry talks with the junta McDermont assumes that I am here to understand what they want with this campaign, I can not get the head the body of Justin, smell, taste ... your eyes and that look when I arrived the hotel and I found him sitting on the floor outside the door of the room, waiting to be opened so that the first thing my eyes posasen were in theirs.

This should not be happening, would have to be with him now, we should be talking, trying to fix this crazy situation, trying to find the best distance form of tolerance, or whether my be, to eliminate it. I understand that it's easier if you know out in NY, but to paint, you can do in Pitts, I brought the rings if for a moment had the courage to ask him again if, hahaha, now was I who had more balls and bought the tickets directly to Newark, New Jersey cornered in not having to tell me more output yes. But I know I will not, happen what always happens at the last minute and come back to stay silent, or worse, say something that hurts, that makes you think that there are others who I hurt me too, that while he doubts, I feel like I'm going to lose little by little ...

We fucked, you could almost say it has screwed me for a long time since I felt so anxious, so desperate, stuck inside me suddenly, I had to hurt, but not the pain stopped, and in desperation was by no means thorough, it hurt, I know that I too did. I bit his shoulder, still stings me to the friction of the shirt and razed my mouth, and ran screaming, dragging him into a maelstrom of feelings, I am afraid when it behaves well, it brings back memories of a nice little stage in our relationship ... uhmmm.

Then we made love, as he says, has delighted my ears with a variety of moans, cries, whispers, gasps, groans and I want to impact and excite me like the first time, your skin so white, so soft, salty from his sweat when having an orgasm, the red of her lips when biting takes so long to keep from crying, her cheeks blush when you can not stand more, his mouth open when spilled inviting finally imprisoned by time as her orgasm flowing between spasms, her gasps of pleasure when the embers begin to leave him ... and so many I love those between moans, while recuperated we've noticed your concern, it is curious by nature, I imagine it will take all day looking for ways to wonder what they have to talk, I can even imagine what his head will be tortured with the most absurd ideas, but I ask or not, we need to talk, we can not see each other every weekend, this time it was even less, it was Monday and it recovered on Thursday. We will have to ask things differently ...

really do not want to be with others and with this rate of visits I do not need, but when we can not see so often, because this can not continue doing, what will happen? because what I do not want is to live with this feeling, if I have taken much to my regret that you can find someone in NYC and go, why not assume that no one else? Would have to know and more nonsense for me to tell, and although lo hiciese, creo que el paso que dí por él tendría que dejarle mas que claro que es el único… no sé como solucionaremos ésto…No tengo ni la mas remota idea de lo que le voy a decir

 

King Size Log Headboard Minnesota

Meeting .... another

¿Por qué se empeña todo el mundo en meter las narices donde no debe?  Gracias a que había apagado el móvil, tengo algo así como 17 llamadas, entre Justin, Cinthya y Ted, esos dos con el tiempo que llevan trabajando para mi tendrían que saber que si I have not gone to work was something, oh Lord, Michael still needs to give his share of tips for the perfect wife. Not aware, not aware please, was what I needed now Michael and his double standards ...

! Well Brian I think with four bottles of Beam beat them some type of record, not bad for all, not bad, it can be so drunk to not remember the next time someone says that penalties will have to float my invite to a private tea parties, if the second bottle penalties had already gone down .. the other two have been to ensure no return to the surface, and I've got in spades.


What am I supposed I have to do, how it is assumed that this distance I have to live? How do you really see things have changed? It was he who went to NY I'm still here in the same fucking place. I offered what I had not ever thought podríay despite that, not here, he wanted a country house, a wedding, a family "type" abandon ship as soon as I offer ... And for more balls, he gets angry, he gets angry, I have changed my life completely and now, I measure my words ... and all each.

These last two weeks are being cojonudas for my body .... these amounts of alcohol to disinfect sure ... that is ... do not even know what time it is, the truth that I do not care too much, tomorrow I have to go to Atlanta, and I feel like the least. Why do you have to do everything so difficult?

Damn, I have a cold balls. This office will need a thorough cleaning, there are pieces of glass on the floor, Kinney ... fuck you broke three glasses.

How are we supposed to cope with this, if after only two days without seeing each other and we like that?