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Pink Blue Yan


Always wanted to write something for you, but the vivid memories of my brush strokes trembling, so hidden in the depths of my memory is still a blank, until now I'm going to forget you, I would like to take those remaining and the vague memory about the passing of , record them for you my dear.
remember that stormy afternoon, the students in pairs to umbrella their class to go home, I was alone under umbrellas to avoid the pink one step toward a slippery floor quarters ahead. I suddenly feel lost in front of the dim light, tall, massive body of your blocking my view, I feel a strange, especially natural comfort, though your arm in there with her. This is our first meet, no memory, only that back.
However, I finally discovered that back in my classroom, perhaps because I often give you a back, so I ignored it. I began each class move to the rear, although able to meet you're sitting next to me had little chance to close (because you often skip class), but I still still have the opportunity to look at you from the side, wide, angular face, rough and dark hairline, thick lips slightly on the pick,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], bronze skin, these are all permeated with a man's stalwart atmosphere. Though by then you are sparing no effort to send the girl next door to the Department of short messages.
I finally have the opportunity to talk to you,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and it is because the girl next to me familiar with you, you sit around talking casually, no solemn and mind, let me, an outsider does not come from the integration . Hours become a short, talk not by much,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], but I do not remember what had only fleeting close let me just note that you urgently.
remember you truly understand is a very chance encounter, really by accident,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], and now I regret. Home that weekend, had the students go the same way because my boyfriend dropped out, and you somehow did not take your brothers with a car away.
small station, hidden in the plane trees grown intensively in the street, no sun, no rain, everything is calm. I carried the bags and looked to the direction of the bus, carrying a bag that you arranged for the one person standing on, and I nodded at you, you smile slowly came to me, I felt as approximation of your steps, my heart began to jump out fast melody, until you less than a foot in the place around me stopped, so my heart blind me to listen to the earthquake.
cluster knee in the car we sit, the way chat with a few questions, then came silence, and then I looked out the window. Soon afterwards, I turned to see you close my eyes, perhaps you feel my gaze, you use a firm pair of hands and roll up the line and face. We began to talk in the era of the country and talk feelings, and talk of interest to people and things. Atmosphere became out of control, and I almost forgot to reach the station,[link widoczny dla zalogowanych], that the course of the afternoon after the break up is tough, because I lost the way, but I was happy, because you let me get lost.
the days after, you and I are still strangers, but we became friends, and talk with the network later lover, the call is for you is, although I do not like, but I still embrace it reminded all the time I should keep the attitude. I was feeling
is in trouble, I unintentionally hurt but made me reluctant to go out with me friends that night supper, and you as the patron saint of my life like a miracle I need corner. The first time I drank that night, although the beer, I think I'll drink to the face was very red, and you sent me downstairs to the hostel, along the way the words of comfort for a long time, I was moved, how can we not move it? For the love I'm not hardened. However, there is always the sound could not remind me, I would like to relent in your arms and cry (in fact, I think so helpless, when the total surface), but I did not say a word.
I feel the passage of time one begins to gradually alienated me, and seemed to forget I am reminded of the time, then coming back inside when the idea surfaced again, I hope that it can achieve, but I do not know the tears taste.
I remember you said you had inadvertently did not suffer a real confidante, I hope that does not help the tears when I never embankment in your arms, when you are feeling confused about life and the time, I am capable of a Pink-bit, and you will always be my male confidant.

- Letter from an Unknown Woman
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