quiet walk in front of a shoe store with a window 30 meters long, and I saw him later, boh .. four, five, six years: Astolfo.
Astolfo was not my first boyfriend-boyfriend. In reality it was not for a boyfriend, or maybe flirt a mess that does more than cool.
I was 16, and his second top three. We exchange the number in a roundabout way, he had tried with my friend and then she gave him my number I do not know why. A good relationship, especially in the beginning when millions of messages exchanged during the day but did not greet us if we met in the hallway. Well it was not always so for once we have lemons in the bathroom during the lecture in German, which after a while the teacher 'has sent one of my girlfriend out to see if I was all right: for the record, it was just fine. The
problem was that I wanted and not wanted and then did a little 'fast and loose with the bitch. Oh well, we did it all sooner or later.
Certainly he was no exception. Every night I arrived messages:
Hello, I'm Genevieve, a friend of Astolfo, you know we had a great evening lying on the roof of my house to watch the stars. He is so romantic that leaves you breathless.
Hey Michael, are Ermenegilda, Astolfo not you ever mention me? I'm at home and you know, is half-naked on the couch. I am now coming into the bathroom with her cell phone and then I go to him.
Hello, I am Christopher's best friend Astolfo, left me here by the phone last night. You do not know what you're missing.
had a strange relationship with the mobile: the forgotten everywhere and it seems that anyone who knew him can not wait to scrub to send messages to their contacts, always happens to me. Of course everyone looks at the stars while lying on the roof what does? Send messages to people who do not know. It leaves a half-naked on the couch to wait half an hour.
Then he had great difficulty in identifying the names in the phonebook. I can not count the times that my heart danced to the arrival of Hello baby / sweet / doll / princess bla bla bla (now I say yuck) and answered all happy and sparkling water and he Excuse me? Oops, I dialed the wrong number, it was not you.
I remember once that I have not heard for days and at some point "his brother wrote me that he was in hospital because he had some heart problems. Then came home and was depressed because this heart problem prevented him from continuing his brilliant football career and could not write because I just wanted to pet his dog that had saved his life and found passed out in the garden. They are all plausible stories
eh, looking back I guess he looked too much at the time show.
Alzehimer My memory keeps me from remembering how it ended, I suppose one of you is sick of texting or has finished charging. So
I walked past, looked at me but did not have the slightest reaction so I guess I recognized that. Maybe I should get angry because I have recognized, but I can not tell and thankfully, you know if I stopped to make two words? Chills.
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