So I'm finally next to you. I'm careful not to be too open legs to ratitos although I forget and then I come face my English grandmother. In a motion, spastic, the next as we watch the two do not get on the skirt. I say nothing. You talk and you're funny, I look at you and think of what want to kiss you and I do not care about anything but something stops me. I tell you things but I get nothing, not a fucking interesting comment, no nothing. Why I can be relaxed only with the weak I do not care. Something to think and think you realize I'm not a fool, I have a cornered humor, but I'm looking at you and you look me and I realize it's time again plated but I suck strength back, I says it's not right, I can not, no, no, NO!. You look me, follow me with his eyes the movement of the legs, I every so often I touch you "accidentally" an arm or grab your hand and you stared me as draining the kiss and I avoid, once again. It's time to stay or leave. We got up from a chair and a walk down the darkened hallway. I go ahead and fast way without margin (and I'm regretting it) you will stick my neck. Door, hesitant embrace twenty steps ahead. Always but always choose wrong.
