The human adventure

The past belongs to the past, when I met you, I have to admit it, you intrigued me. Your personality influenced on my personality. For me you were someone extraordinary, you almost became my hidden ideal. Your memory haunted me every time, I said to myself...

- We have to speak. - I have nothing tell you. - I if, Léo.. I do not know how to take myself with you there... But I know a thing, I love you, I am in love with you. - Really? I am not there if on me. You do not love to me Jules, you want just that we...

The life is only a dream. A summer dream.

The sadness can last one moment, but we can say to themselves that it is as a music, she will end at the end of time. She will stop, and something of better will arrive.

We left for Germany, after this story we wanted to take distances. It was of my fault. All which took place was of my fault, I did not want to hurt him... Or rather not, I did not want to take the risk that it breaks me the heart. I could not go out with...

I would like to be in the standard, to think as the others, but even if I try, I shall never understand how they make.

He wanted that we speak seriously. On no account I protested, after all.. I was lost as well as him. I would have wanted to tell him yes, to tell him that I wanted to go out with Jules. But we were too different. Too different and too similar at the same...

This time also we had too much drunk.. We have both make the error play share or the truth. My action was to kiss you sensually … If I had not so much taken alcohol I would be can have gone there less hardly.. But the alcohol makes a darker part of me...