One of my exs…
How it all started...
I was working on a restaurant; and he came as a new manager. I thought he was cute and started flirting, and he did too. Our days were spent staring at each other every time it was possible. A month had gone by and I realized he was one of those people that you could sit and talk and time will pass by without you even noticing. I liked this guy! I really did.
He invited me out... can't remember what we did... but then, we started going out "as friends." Few weeks or maybe even a month later, he wanted to have a serious relationship. And, my answer to that was: "Why a serious relationship? What would be different? What would change? We’re still exclusive..." He thought he didn't have time to waste with someone that didn't want something serious; and believe me, I didn't want it. But, I thought he was nice, and that he was just a great guy; a guy that I could have fun with, a guy that I could talk to, a guy that will make me laugh, and a guy that cared. So how could I resist to all of that?
Two weeks later, I decided to tell him it was okay for us to be in a relationship. Nothing changed, though, at least not for me. He was happy and it all started…
Our kisses…
The first time he kissed me? Uhm, I can’t tell you it was one of those kisses you’ll never forget; in fact our first kiss was terrible!!!! At that moment I thought: “Damn! I don’t want to be with someone that doesn’t know how to kiss!!” But, I thought I could teach him, too. And, oh my God, he learned the lesson…
He kissed me in a way, no one would ever do. His lips so gently touched mine, and kissed me so softly trying to make it feel like I was being kiss by an angel. His hands holding my hips, at a times holding them so tightly bringing my body so close to his; kissing my checks, my ears, my neck… I could feel his breath around my body; gave me chills and left me there wanting more…
We would kiss for minutes, and the world would stop just for us to feel the togetherness of our souls. It was just amazing… the love, the happiness that we could feel just with a kiss.
Our Love making…
After a month of being in a relationship, after a month of those irresistible kisses and the way he touched me… I wanted him so badly, and couldn’t hold it anymore.
The first time we made love to me… It was a sensation I will never forget. Orgasm came after orgasm. We made love in so many different ways; in so many different places. We learned new positions; we discover what each other liked.
The times that we made love, we weren’t just making love, we redefined love making.
Our breakup…
It is the hardest thing, to talk about our breakup. I loved him. For the first time, I was actually understanding what love was. He was the man I would wait for at night to come from work. He was the man I could plan a life with. He was the one I wanted to marry. He was the reason why I was happy; he was the sun that will light up my day, every day. He was everything to me.
Our story looked so perfect; but, there are many things that can be ruined by little communication. My family helped too, they didn’t want me with him; for reasons not yet confirmed.
A day that I was mad, and believe me I had the perfect reason to be mad… that day I thought it would be better if we took a break, and I told him “it’s over, we’re breaking up.” At that moment it started raining, just like if it was a breakup scene out of a movie; I got all wet, tears went down my cheek and the thought of how stupid I was.
But it was done; there was no way to undue all that was done. My pride wouldn’t let me talk to him. He tried to reach me, but my pride was still there. Our entire love story went down the drain, the day that we broke up as it rained. But I still loved him.
Getting over him...
How it all started...
I was working on a restaurant; and he came as a new manager. I thought he was cute and started flirting, and he did too. Our days were spent staring at each other every time it was possible. A month had gone by and I realized he was one of those people that you could sit and talk and time will pass by without you even noticing. I liked this guy! I really did.
He invited me out... can't remember what we did... but then, we started going out "as friends." Few weeks or maybe even a month later, he wanted to have a serious relationship. And, my answer to that was: "Why a serious relationship? What would be different? What would change? We’re still exclusive..." He thought he didn't have time to waste with someone that didn't want something serious; and believe me, I didn't want it. But, I thought he was nice, and that he was just a great guy; a guy that I could have fun with, a guy that I could talk to, a guy that will make me laugh, and a guy that cared. So how could I resist to all of that?
Two weeks later, I decided to tell him it was okay for us to be in a relationship. Nothing changed, though, at least not for me. He was happy and it all started…
Our kisses…
The first time he kissed me? Uhm, I can’t tell you it was one of those kisses you’ll never forget; in fact our first kiss was terrible!!!! At that moment I thought: “Damn! I don’t want to be with someone that doesn’t know how to kiss!!” But, I thought I could teach him, too. And, oh my God, he learned the lesson…
He kissed me in a way, no one would ever do. His lips so gently touched mine, and kissed me so softly trying to make it feel like I was being kiss by an angel. His hands holding my hips, at a times holding them so tightly bringing my body so close to his; kissing my checks, my ears, my neck… I could feel his breath around my body; gave me chills and left me there wanting more…
We would kiss for minutes, and the world would stop just for us to feel the togetherness of our souls. It was just amazing… the love, the happiness that we could feel just with a kiss.
Our Love making…
After a month of being in a relationship, after a month of those irresistible kisses and the way he touched me… I wanted him so badly, and couldn’t hold it anymore.
The first time we made love to me… It was a sensation I will never forget. Orgasm came after orgasm. We made love in so many different ways; in so many different places. We learned new positions; we discover what each other liked.
The times that we made love, we weren’t just making love, we redefined love making.
Our breakup…
It is the hardest thing, to talk about our breakup. I loved him. For the first time, I was actually understanding what love was. He was the man I would wait for at night to come from work. He was the man I could plan a life with. He was the one I wanted to marry. He was the reason why I was happy; he was the sun that will light up my day, every day. He was everything to me.
Our story looked so perfect; but, there are many things that can be ruined by little communication. My family helped too, they didn’t want me with him; for reasons not yet confirmed.
A day that I was mad, and believe me I had the perfect reason to be mad… that day I thought it would be better if we took a break, and I told him “it’s over, we’re breaking up.” At that moment it started raining, just like if it was a breakup scene out of a movie; I got all wet, tears went down my cheek and the thought of how stupid I was.
But it was done; there was no way to undue all that was done. My pride wouldn’t let me talk to him. He tried to reach me, but my pride was still there. Our entire love story went down the drain, the day that we broke up as it rained. But I still loved him.
Getting over him...
I thought he was my perfect match, the man God had made for me and just me. It was really hard to get over him. Even more knowing it was my fault, because I was being selfish and was listening to advices I shouldn’t have listened.
I didn't act weird; I didn't call him much on this time... But, we did talk; we even saw each other a couple of times... and those times, oh my God.., those times were just wonderful. I felt like if the world had stop for a minute or two, so we could stare at each other and share a gentle kiss. We could feel in those kisses the excitement that our bodies felt when we were together.
I didn't act weird; I didn't call him much on this time... But, we did talk; we even saw each other a couple of times... and those times, oh my God.., those times were just wonderful. I felt like if the world had stop for a minute or two, so we could stare at each other and share a gentle kiss. We could feel in those kisses the excitement that our bodies felt when we were together.
Time passed, and his feelings changed... Mine didn't but it took me so long to realize I was being stupid and I should have said something earlier. But didn't.
So, 1 year and 22 days after we broke up... I decide it was time to close the Chapter 1, of my "Love" book. And now, I feel good about it. I let a part of me go; but it's all good.
amiga!! ke te dire!!! eres todo un pablo neruda!! dios santo!! oe, pero ya te digo esas cosas uno no kiere saber, oe!! jaja.. no mentira amiga.. super lindo todo.. y por cojuda te pasan las cosas.. espero hayas aprendido.. hace uff que no se nada de todo relacionado a estos dramas del wacho jeje.. pero espero que todo haya sido para bien.. y que siempre las cosas pasan por algo.. te amu amiga.. y dice una amiga mia por aca.. te love u y te miss u jajajaja!! viva la cholada!!! dale, rayame rayameeee!!! besos..
ReplyDeletePaiky, por cierto, que agallas las tuyas para escribirlo todo.. aunque sea bajo pseudónimo jajaja... Besos, mis respetos por este exorcismo sentimental bloggero...
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