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After many days and many episodes have followed, this is the umpteenth time I to write what I feel and now I am determined to get to the bottom. As a piece of paper crumpled and thrown in the trash when you start writing, I removed parts and whole post perhaps because I felt like it and because I was a bit confused.
E 'came the storm.
In the past I told you that my boat is damaged and, fortunately, the sea is calm, I am not referring only to the emotional situation to you but it was a mix of moods and concerns of 360. The sea was calm and my boat is not risked much, just needed to regroup and start again for his route. Clearly, among the many concerns or rather what I feel my feelings, but I guess I still feel for you played a crucial role and had only one smile or your attention and to feel good after bad.
Have you noticed this posting and you come to me to say, in your way, honest and vulnerable with tears in his eyes and choking voice. I apparently thought I will be strong and perhaps a little detached but it was a blow to see you so, almost a wreck, and I would bend over backwards to make you happy and see you smile and all that I could combine is to make you jealous because of other apparently thought that friendships do not touch. Thinking about it is nice that someone cries for someone else, because somehow the feelings must take shape and hug you tried as a comfort and where did you go left touched my heart and made it clear because you are fragile and true, sincere and sensitive, tender and sweet and as care for me.
Then silence for a few days, where I held the call or write to you not fall back into addiction.
Then another episode, a difficulty of a person we know, a bad thing that prompted you to call me to find comfort again.
I'm confused, I am conscious and vulnerable to these, your behavior, but I am not aware that the right person to comfort you, but only one of many that after your boyfriend may be near you and help you, so from this point I have no castles in air, though with less intensity continuous not too much not to try not to break this thin thread that keeps us in touch and do not delude myself that binds us.
In the past I told you that my boat is damaged and, fortunately, the sea is calm, I am not referring only to the emotional situation to you but it was a mix of moods and concerns of 360. The sea was calm and my boat is not risked much, just needed to regroup and start again for his route. Clearly, among the many concerns or rather what I feel my feelings, but I guess I still feel for you played a crucial role and had only one smile or your attention and to feel good after bad.
Have you noticed this posting and you come to me to say, in your way, honest and vulnerable with tears in his eyes and choking voice. I apparently thought I will be strong and perhaps a little detached but it was a blow to see you so, almost a wreck, and I would bend over backwards to make you happy and see you smile and all that I could combine is to make you jealous because of other apparently thought that friendships do not touch. Thinking about it is nice that someone cries for someone else, because somehow the feelings must take shape and hug you tried as a comfort and where did you go left touched my heart and made it clear because you are fragile and true, sincere and sensitive, tender and sweet and as care for me.
Then silence for a few days, where I held the call or write to you not fall back into addiction.
Then another episode, a difficulty of a person we know, a bad thing that prompted you to call me to find comfort again.
I'm confused, I am conscious and vulnerable to these, your behavior, but I am not aware that the right person to comfort you, but only one of many that after your boyfriend may be near you and help you, so from this point I have no castles in air, though with less intensity continuous not too much not to try not to break this thin thread that keeps us in touch and do not delude myself that binds us.