Herpes 1 More Condition_symptoms

In the subway, a thousand shots, a thousand ideas and miles to do. I write in my notebook. The law had to give me a purpose. Since the lists, I'm still obsessed. I feel mastering the situation just because I have it on paper makes me laugh to myself. Silently of course.

I think especially of the evening tonight. It's the birthday of my girlfriend. I'll wear my newly purchased black dress on sale. And the shoes are not like me. But I want to anyway. A bit out of me. I create another character for a night to dance, to play comedy ... to maybe see it. I am 24 years

past few months. But I still do not know who I am. On the dance floor, my movements are sometimes too daring, or too timid. I came close to hand my best girlfriend. With it, two, it goes better.

I look subtly in the glass. Am I too skinny, too big ... my hair well are smooth, silky ... The well can people read through accessories and makeup that somewhere, deep down, I still hesitate? And a lot?

This morning at the office, before my client, and through my crestfallen from the previous day, I wanted to betray my lack of experience, my hesitation and timidity through my words seriously large and well I still do not. I put heels too, occupational requirement that complicates things further. Because I'm too big.

the phone, my parents ask me. They worry about my silence led by London, its sounds, its rushing clocks, bus, encounters ... and especially its "de-meetings." I make up words now. Why not? I have 24 years.

By late evening, outside in the cold and rain, waiting for a taxi, I have the phone. This man I met recently, the man who a decade older than me, and who has known ... of women, true. He says he loves my honesty. I am woman 24 years? Am I still a child?

He told me that I am beautiful. But it's a song.

He says I am a woman. And through his words, his eyes when he looks at me, his actions when he approached and his affection when he approaches me, I tamed ... I let myself go. And even if I want him to protect me, I'm more of a child at all. But a woman seeking a man. On true. And I may have found. ©