I'm not even like you, she said

-        -So, are you saying that you wanna be with me.

-       - Yeah!

-        -Why?

-        -Because I want to. I didn’t say that if I don’t.

-        -Ok. Then tell me 5 things that you exactly likes about me.

-        -What kind of question is that?

-        -The kind of deserve a honest answer.

-        -Hum…So…

I like how I feel protect into your arms

How your touch makes me feel

I like to argue with you about intelligent themes than I can’t speak naturally with others.

I like your expression, when you think that I’ll finally kiss your lips.

I like to pass my fingers through your hair and bite your face and back.

-       - Can ‘t you see any trouble over here?

-        -Nops!

-        -You are using me!

-        -I don’t! I always be there for you too.

-        -But is not that kind of relationship that I deserve. We think too different about everything! You think that I’m machist , sexist,misogeny and racist. How can this work?

We'll never talk? You want me for kiss and touch, but never for know your friends, give your hand on street or have healthy discuss about anything.

Another day we had started to argue about some black issue and you had shot up my mouth with a kiss and never spoke about the subject again.

You not even think that I’m cute!
Since we was started messing around we had stopped to speak about all that we use to fighting, it's seems that when you know what I think about the stuffs you getting ashamed about, so you started avoid to know.

-        -What do you want that I do? I truly think that you’re all that. But I still like to be with you.

-       - You just want a dick! There’s no need to be me! I’m sorry, but I’m not here to only have someone’s pussy. I’m getting older and I insist to have more than that. I like you, but I don’t want to be with you and continuing feel me do way that I felt now.

Sorry.

-       - Ok. Can we be just friends now?

-        -No. Cause you can’t keep distance there’s need to be someone’s friend. Let’s give us a break and we going to be ok.

The worst story ever told about feelings in a bus.

To optimize your time, i have to advice you about a couple things. 

1-       That’s not a story with hot sex

2-      We don’t have a happy end or a clear conclusion around here.

 Do you really want to keep reading? Do it, but without illusions!

That story began in one that a lot of sunny days of Salvador, but how everyone know, here there’s a type unpredictable of weather. You come out of house with a big and beautiful sun and suddenly come from nowhere starts to rain.

I met him in one day like that. I used to walk every Sunday morning in the beach, take a ice cream and back to home thinking how much healthy I was after do that. So...I caught my bus listening the The Fray new album’s without pay attention in anything. I was so distracted than I caught the wrong bus and just started to freak out when in 30 minutes after i had got in the bus, settle down and started to read my new book, I discovered than I was in wrong way and going to Amaralina

So when  my crazy face came out, and a started to yelling to myself than everything will gone to be ok, I  heard one laugh came out from the  back of the bus, I looked it up and  there was him, the boy of that story. Laughing on me, smiling with that beautiful mouth, and look at me with that pretty eyes.

I got hungry really fast and start to ask him “why are you laughing on me?” and he said “You are so funny, I’ve caught the bus together with you, and all did you do made smile since then. I can help ya, if you need and want it… for sure!” so I screamed just because the bus was empty and the shame will not be so big “I don’t fucking know you, why are you so available? Are you some kind of pervert or a thief? For god safe, stay away from me!”

I spited it out all this words and waited for answer with lots of bad language than I never received. He was there, face me and smiling like if I had sent flowers , so after a awkward moment he looked into my eyes with some kind of sadness and said “ You are a kind special of girl. You seems be intelligent, sensitive and funny but you have no idea about everything who you are or who could be to the others, just because don’t let anyone be around enough to know your feelings and be deeply in love with you. So…you make me sad, see somebody like you, always will make me sad. Because, see a incredible person than maybe never will find out how will be totally lost in love, make me cry sometimes just for mercy.”

All that words attack me so deep into my soul, than I feel my breath gone for a while. Every word still sounds like absolute truth even today and my huge doubt in those moment and now, is how a ordinary boy that I never had seen before, could know so much about me in only 30 minutes of observation. My answer barely came out, but I said “Good work! What are you, some type of therapist for mail? Thanks! I don’t need you!” So… the bus stopped, he passed by me and one sec before get out of the bus shouting  “Make me sad.”

 Urgggg! What I could say to describe those moments? I felt naked in middle a crowd of top models and started to cry like a starving baby. I came back to home walk in the rain and crying for something that I don’t  know what name has, maybe humiliation or something like that.

Yeah…I never will forget that face, that voice or words.

In one hour, one strange just changed my life with random words and made me a better person with this. But I never gone back to walk on the beach again!