The first time I met her was at my house. I remember once I felt a feeling of uneasiness in looking into her eyes and a block sentimental.
block sentimental when it happens to me I can think of, I'm in apnea psychic I try to assess who is in front of me, understand how I feel. Nothing a block. Yet they are very sensitive, receptive to any message. None. The reason I found it in time, by analyzing the experiences and all, without bias of any kind, led me to deduce that happens to me when I meet people who do not love me ever.
are aware of not having an easy disposition, to offer to the other with an air that initially looks like sympathy, joy, fluency, but in the long run to the other reveals my aggression. I am so because others are afraid, I am afraid of them and then attacked. I pretend that I do not have security.
of people who will never love me I have met many and all have caused me at first glance the "emotional block". The minute or
Spina, fiber, complex can be defined pretty decent in his step, his quiet presence goes almost unnoticed among others.
That Sunday morning I woke up in a good mood, I prepared a special lunch in honor of the host that a little later I received, I went looking, (so to speak,) and there it is before me. I immediately noticed that it was not colored.
For me, the colored people are the ones with light brown hair, fair complexion between white-gray, light brown eyes and mostly dress in colors, cream, beige, tan, dark green, pea green, apricot. Ect Ect.
Another thing that struck me were the eyes too close together, as if to exclude the nose too pronounced for a face so thin and small.
looking around I noticed that he spoke without ever meeting my gaze fixed straight in the eye usually does my partner, I could not do otherwise, I need to read constantly.
It came at lunchtime, I already had the certainty of proving against him uncomfortable, very uncomfortable that turned into disappointment when she left me at the table for each course remains in the pot. The often asked if it was to his liking what I had prepared in his honor and systematically answered me that it was very good, excellent, but then left the last morsel on the plate, although I shall deal with it portions of increasingly scarce.
La Spina was not excited at all to my kitchen. And to say that I had put so much effort and my heart so everything is good and pleasing to the eye and the palate, but nothing, not even a smile at least, a very small compliment, a small reward for a lot of my availability.
I thought that being the first time in our midst, he felt awe, the result of adolescent shyness that sometimes makes taciturn young people bored and clumsily.
Then I realized that simple tastes and appetite is almost Spartan, because the mother has never spent much time in the kitchen.
In the early afternoon after coffee post banal conversations took leave of me with a very formal do, such as "... the salute and thank the hospitality, it was a pleasure ..." and so, in fact smile and nothing.
And nothing left me in the heart Spina, only you give nothing.
was enough only for a moment that I met my gaze, or had looked for a moment and savored a one of the dishes I prepared in your honor, you'd understand that I was embracing, happy to welcome another little bird in my nest to be heated by cues to defend.
was enough that I felt the warmth of my hand when I tried to hold your so soft and slippery and icy hand. Nothing you have not done anything.
five years have passed and you still do not finish my meal, I still do not look into his eyes, still cold your little hand escapes my grasp, yet bring nothing in my life. You
Spina.
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