I woke up without that smile I wanted. I wasn't easy to dress myself because of a change in the weather. Despite the sun, the cold wind made the impact in my hand thanks to the misplacement of my gloves which later on help me have some contact with a good friend, female friend who warmed them. I wanted to be like that all day but I hade to come home to eat.
All after-noon I never forgot her face, the one I truly lusted but the fact still remanded that she does not love me. Cruel but simple... Do I pretend I do not love who I lust or do I dare to ruin it for my own selfishness?
I often remember when I was happy without the need for love, ilu