[New series of essays coming! this be a little "first part/prologue/preview/trailer/OMGIWANTSTOREADSOBAAAAAAAAD"

Style: Free 21st century noncommunist shit

"You're not alone..."]June 2009

It took the night to believe...that we are scared...

I woke up, kind of late, almost midday...now I wish I'd have never opened me eyes...

As I stood up I realized it was the moment, some normal day dedicated to the joy I've been given, shining of the year of years. In my heartbeat danced this eager feeling called love, sweet charm, delicate treasure...If it only knew human is born to break, one way or another...someday...

The ground felt different somehow, but my eyes couln't help as I was some lazy dog yawning and stretching, carrying nothing more than the weight of a restful night...now I curse my sweet dreams...Oh children don't do what I've done! Hear me!

But love IS like they show it in the books, all so fragile, treasured when lost, lost when forgotten...As my longing for his lips, I hold the message to call his name, hiding from the eyes of strangers, hiden from the sight of my family...

It was...just one more second...I should've opened my eyes a bit more...I should've waited a bit longer...

My mother got it...and my heart was left to beat and stop...my soul rot in cold sweat, knowing she'd suspect of our situation. I tried not to ran, I tried not to tremble...I stood in the door, hoping it was only a dream, a nightmare...but it wasn't...

As she read the message, that look on her face...God why?...she knew there was something going on with his puppy...with me...
(TO BE CONTINUED...)