do not have much time to think, among other relatives who demand my constant attention ... And fortunately, I would say, because during the few free moments I can glean here and there, my mind becomes a torture machine that produces a highly sophisticated series of images unlimited racapriccianti, such as L. embracing / kissing / fucking everything that moves and that may seem vaguely resembling a woman.
I've never been particularly jealous, indeed, almost nothing, but the idea of \u200b\u200bbeing away for over a month I am tormented. I'm going crazy. Its level of resistance to temptation is quite poor. Was unable to resist two - and I say two - week in Japan. How will we survive more than a month?
The fact is that the days of Japan our relationship was in its infancy and, therefore, did not even have given too much weight to the fact that I had remained faithful (because even I was was just an example). But now instead I care. Now it's different. Now I love and betrayal ferirebbe I do not know if I would be able to forgive him.
The fact is that the days of Japan our relationship was in its infancy and, therefore, did not even have given too much weight to the fact that I had remained faithful (because even I was was just an example). But now instead I care. Now it's different. Now I love and betrayal ferirebbe I do not know if I would be able to forgive him.
Why should I trust?
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