Good afternoon or evening, do not know what you got there. In general, this is not for me and a special problem, it is quite bonalno, I think everyone is familiar - it's the opposite sex, men. How sometimes they can be difficult to understand what they expect from us, what they want.
I tell you my story, I have to vyskazastsya, and no one, or rather is, but I can not, it is impossible to overcome myself and tell my mother or my close friends about their experiences. Such is the man that I am, keep it all inside, and often suffer from this. When they see me busy and ask what's wrong, I want to, really want to speak, but it turns out only say "okay".
Well, perhaps I'll start. A typical day was then, training (in college studying), I do not remember exactly which day of the week, but not so important. In pairs catch nothing special, but to sit anyway necessary, may be lucky to get a positive assessment or write off successfully from a neighbor. After anxious waiting, the bell rang change. My friend and I went to climb on the floor, which is used as a warm up, went down to the first floor, approached the schedule, I like that zasmotrelas..zadumalas..slyshu somewhere behind girlfriend scream "go soon! "I abruptly turn around, take a step, and I feel at something soft under my feet ... I lift my head, is a young man, it's so spontaneous, quickly proizlshlo that I do not have time to Horo see, I did not even apologize, but in addition is slightly pushed and that it is probormatala.
Perhaps I would have forgotten it altogether, if it does not act. He knocked to friends in contact. Initially, I did not recognize him, and then in the course of the correspondence turned out to be the guy that I stepped on the foot. We talked quite nice, every day he wrote to me, calling on Skype. However much sympathy I have it did not cause. I still remember how in the dining room wished him a good appetite, and he nearly choked))
And that's how he managed to drag me to the movies. There were a comedy, the film was quite interesting and funny. After a bit, we walked, he talked about himself, how he wants to marry, children, it surprised me, because he is only 18 ended with a walk that we exchanged a few gentle phrases of that spent the evening well, and embrace.
The next time we have walked the company, I, my friend, he and his friends. It was good, we threw snowballs, fun.
Then I do not know for what reason we stopped to chat. Just say hello to college and everything. But I still did not know he liked me or not. I am a friend hinted that I miss him, for guys. I was sad. As I wrote to him, "Are you hurt? "His response was followed by passive and cold. I saw him in college with the other girls, they are cute besedovali..ya terribly jealous, just bad mood ..
I began to have forgotten it, to depart from this condition, when suddenly .. He again prispichelo to provoke me, it is suitable grab me from behind, then the hand that I skhavit..posle long departed, so I shudder, hands, knees shaking ..
And here again, we have to communicate like, again, I began to get used to it and realized that it was not just friendly affection.
That's how we came to walk the same company, my friends, his friends. First we waited for them in torogovom center. Oh God, it chuvtsvo not describe me as a fever, shaking, heart pounding wildly, like a bud, I sat waiting for the verdict suda..podrugi boltali..a nemogla I even talk .. Then I heard a phone call, but it's my phone, displayed his number .. I pick up the phone, he says something, I like to listen but do not hear ..
Slowly I turn around and go see them .... Yes face appears vague smile and excitement tolko added. We shook hands, sat in and went to climb the city, I calmed down a bit. Found a playground and began to develop it)) First we had skated poravozikom a hill, then he swung me on the swings. How much I have hurt my hands, I did not want to fall and remained with all his might, but still could not resist one last time and fell upon him))
There were a lot of moments that are very nice to remember and at the same time hurt .. because again silence, feeling bud that none of this, and was not, we still zdorovaemsya..no as familiar acquaintances ......
Those songs that he threw, I sometimes listen to, and the roar of a choking, I do not understand it, why all this had to do, so why play? Initially, he did not like me, but then he was able to so strongly tied me to him .. I am almost every day I think about him and it's annoying me already,
I can not, it hurts me to see him as he walks joyful, as if nothing had happened and I torment myself ..
Perhaps it was infatuation or love nemu..no that it was not, what would I want to hurry it over, because almost every place reminds me of it, just pop those moments ... nastalgiya and breathes sadness, sorrow, tears welling .
As soon as I have a little zybvayu ego..on starts me dreaming! Well, and what ?! What for? I wrote a couple of poems about it, think lay out later.