Where Did George Crum Live

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 ...

Restoring Amber Stone

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

 

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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?