He was my
first Kiss, completely took my breathe away, I might have hurt him. He invited
me for a sleep over. He showed me there was power in being a woman, but I completely
forgot about it.
He showed me I could be jealous. He thought we were going to
marry the minute we first kiss. We made a trip to the sea.
He was my boyfriend,
so I thought, but not he. We split, he hated me. He looked for me 20 years
later.
And he.
The only
thing of notice is that he reminds me I once had sex in a car for the first
time. We have never really been together, but many people thought we were
lovers. He was in my life for too long. I must have been sick. Oh God, the day
after his back looked as if he had been run over by a bulldozer.
And he?
We had absolutely
nothing in common. I must have been desperately needy. I thought he was handsome,
he looked like a prince. He was a complete jerk. I met him at a party. He had
an old man’s car. I felt immediately driven by him. I run into his arms the
minute I saw him in the street. He was so, so handsome. But he didn’t like
watches and I didn’t like shoes.
He?
He is a
true friend. Talk about friendship and sex between a man and a woman. He drives
me crazy in many ways but sometimes I think he is the only one who truly
respects me. We have known each other for so, so long.
He was my boyfriend. I
didn’t really like him. He was the other guy’s guy, but we fucked.
And he.
He introduced
me to his father. His father loved my eyes. He made me fall in love all over
again. He simply left me. And I forgot everything about it.
He was a
musician and had truly black eyes. He had red hair. Doucement, I told him! He
was so found of himself. He never really respected me.
He taught
me I deserved to be respected. Those wore the most unbelievable 18 hours of my
life.
And I run
away from him.
He was the
great passion in my life. He called me “little beautiful girl” and I wished I
had known how to love.
He was the
first man to ever make me wish I'd be sleeping as someone made love to me.
He was a terrible person… where was I? He didn’t understand any real subject I
would talk about. He made me feel completely free, a true amazon, but I couldn’t
stand the sound of his voice.
He was just
a really old guy. He was going to marry somebody else. He made me think that love
could be a tree. I thought he was the one I dreamed about when I was a
teenager. He was not.
And he looked
for me after so many years. He sad my skin was just the same as twenty years before.
He felt lonely, he felt abandoned, I felt overwhelmed. We split.
He thought
me about the ways men try to have control over a woman.
He was my
first man, my true love, he told me we were going to marry, have a house and
children may be. No one has ever made me change dreams for reality like him, but
he truly broke my heart; he left without looking into my eyes.
