The Girl In my

The Girl In my   Love. What is it? these sweet? i baci? romance? or maybe the sex? No, not in one of these! And mind you, there is deception. O promises made and not kept. Yes I call it sincerity and understanding. There are girls and there are girls. Or should I say, there are women and there are women. For not all women equally. Some are good, while some are bad. Some are shortening the life of men, while some do not. I know a woman who, after the signing of a divorce without a known cause of her husband to commit suicide. Mercy on him. I have never seen someone as beautiful as the girl in my school. No, not in my life. N. girl can be with her. Very clever. Modest in their association. After the appearance of an innocent girl who has never known evil. Maybe I should call her an "angel", but I know that the angels are not to date men on earth. There has never in history, and will not happen in the future. Not only because men are evil, but because the world is corrupt. I want an angel to extend my life. But I wonder if even the angels tread walk on earth. Your character radiates the look of a good future house-wife. She is a girl, every man wants to date. I never thought once that I was a girl of my early childhood. Shy. Confused. This is exactly the way I felt every time I asked that I come and see. And each time, my fault, after my room at the hotel. I never know what to say to you that I love. I ask a question about my approach to the delay. What happens if a man from her? What will you answer for me? And if not, I would arrive soon. Why I am proud to know that when something is finally me. My stay in school would have been my life-cultists and instructors were desperate, they. But thank God, I will not die! My heart sang with joy when he said "yes" to my proposal. I felt like her a hug and a kiss on my enjoyment of it. It was my day happier. At the time I felt the world come to see my feet. I stand, starting with a great passion. The hope is that one day we would still married. Oh, what a great dream! For this is what I always wanted as a young man. For a girl who makes me proud. They call us the best of the young campus. We all envy. We always have great time together. Since a good care of each other. She is a girl, let me say that I have a relationship with. There are most of the time. In fact, it was fun and romantic. If every relationship is, therefore, it is not necessary for the separation and divorce. I hate those words. I wish I could erase those words from my vocabulary. It is not easy as I thought not to disclose to my parents. Also members. Everyone advised me to be careful in your report. Especially my mother, who never wanted to hurt my feelings none. My friends are angry every time I saw us both. I did it to jealousy. The last report? No, only for a short period. Not up to a year. We started the problems and misunderstandings with others. I could not understand her more. Their speech and their character has changed. He started dressing as a woman simply virtue. Their beauty has begun to disappear, like the petals of a flower, whose stem and roots can not absorb water and nutrients from the soil more. Each complained of her. And every time I have to caution and advise them, but do not listen. Their tenacity is always worse. One thing that I could remember, he says, is: "That's me. That is my nature. "Forty-eight hours after my consciousness again by an accident that almost was away my life, I visited again with a friend, decided me to campus. View my leg I jump as a disabled employee, he never asked what was wrong with me. I felt the pain in me. Tears fell from my eyes shamelessly from one day as a child, breastfeeding was rejected by his mother. We hope that she was on the decision of dissolution of the relationship, he has looked into the eyes, stretched his right hand and gave me something. But behold, there was a ring-ring, the commitment that I had previously seen that HER-I said in my palm. Not knowing what to say, I have dried the tears from my eyes. She looked at me again as we are not the sentiments, I say, "is over." My eyes for a moment, thinking of what to say before the leaves. But before long, was gone. Walking majestically. Like an innocent child. Love. I know what it is. Perhaps disguise. Or a game of chance. I do not want the games with him. I'm afraid to love others, because it almost ruined my life. I do not want another woman to destroy my life, but support that I need for myself and my mother, as it is not. And one that, as an "angel" for me. One, for me that's me and not for what I am not. One that directly in the eye and tell me who loves me even after I could have said to equal it. I need a girl to walk side by side with me and not ashamed. One that if I give you in the eye to bring peace in my soul. One that lives in peace and harmony with me when I married her. The extension of my life. One thing that helps me when I referred to below. Nurse me when I was sick. Because I do not want a girl who thinks the separation or divorce, when almost nothing goes wrong. Like the girl in my college. No, I do not want her. DD Phil is a writer of romance. His book titled "How to marry your spouse is coming. Mailto: affectionatewriter@yahoo.com