Date: November 8, 2006
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Chapter 1: My heart atomic countdown is
And then there was silence ... that kind of hollow silence which is buried in the air and makes it heavier, thicker, difícil. A silence that spans time and makes it eternal, long, infinite. "No need to say anything," said finally. Your hands were shaking like your voice. Your comment was a bit stupid, considering that he could not speak, he could not answer anything if he wanted.
But what can one do?, What do you do in such situations? Hundreds of times you've seen movies or read books in which this happened and there was always a happy ending, but looked around and did not see your happy ending walk around.
What are you supposed to do when you just confessed to her best friend who is in love with him?
*
[Five minutes ago]
"The partypeople with cheap clothes that went with it was when it happened, was when I knew. This would be the night. Not quite sure what he had seen in Camus did you feel was the right time, maybe it was the way his eyes looked a little clearer and more clear than usual, maybe it was just the cigarette smoke that gave a kind of divine aura. Did not know. Just know that this would be the day, this day was adequate.
So here he was starting "The Moment", yes, the time they finally going to tell you what I felt for him, that time you had hoped for many months now, and you imagined in your mind over and over again: different scenarios in which sucEderi, would use different words to tell you, your reaction, your reaction, when he would smile and hug you and you would realize that he too felt the same and that was to appear at the bottom of a sign that said "END" as Camus approached you and gave you the long awaited kiss.
*
[Five minutes later]
But none of those things happened. Five minutes after being told, all that was happening in the scene ... a silence that melted in your skin. Your heart was pounding your chest with loud you were afraid to hear Camus.
* ["The Moment"]
So 'the moment' in your fantasy is almost always involvedrecognize the place, without allowing it to adjust to temperature. Just throw your empty words in a ruthless and urgent.
Your body was tensed immediately. You could not believe what you said finally, and was in the air, was no longer part of you, was something that floated between you and that probably had been introduced by the ears of Camus and had come to mind.
The long awaited kiss was always the last item on your list, was the end of your story, but now they had no idea of what would be the end to what had just happened. Neither knew if you had unleashed a drama, a comedy or a moment that would freeze and would last for eternity. Then hu
