Beautiful things ...
Beautiful things happen. That oddity. Not that the good things that happen but I write a thing. Good things happen to me because even if there is a minimum of hope for someone to try something again, then probably you can even save the world.
No, I do not think of myself still in love, it will take its time and on the other hand, we know very little and we are beginning to give us confidence right now. Who is it? You will not know until things are not done. None that I know I know I told you so even if his name would not know who I'm talking about.
So I found myself almost to fail when I do not respond to messages, I found myself with my heart pounding between the tonsils while waiting ... things that I felt for a long time.
beautiful thing is that we have a mess of things in common. You could also define a "Andrea" in the feminine.
Why am I sleepy? Last night I went to bed at two and a half and half drunk this morning at 5:45 I got up to go to work. This afternoon the weir on the bed just got back from Milan and I slept until dinner time but is still not enough.
This weekend will be the last that I saw in this sorry state that I can go back to the next exit on Friday evening at least ... on future beyond the middle of June I do not know to make predictions.
There are days (like this morning) where I so do a job without shifts ... or at least not on weekends.
Perhaps it would be better if I could find a job as a clerk at the post office ... 35 hours a week, decent pay and a chair under your butt stuck with the attak. But then I go to work, I find myself happy but tired of what I do and then passa.Spero only that my time will be able to be reconciled with a life a little 'more rgolare going forward in time.
No, I do not think of essermene still in love but one thing I felt so not a lot of time.
Maybe there is hope, regardless of how it goes with her.
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