somtimes i think to myself that if i would have got on that train i wouldn't be so fucked up now.
i loved him so much! so fucking much! why did e have he have to rune it all?! why?
all he ad to do was say "no" , is that so hard?
shtrech you'r vocal cords without realysing it...
so many people say so many un called apon words.
He tryed later, with so many words that seemed so empty to me, to talk of his love for me. but by then it was too late.
when he stood in our kitchen and told me his new job . he never gave me details and i knew it was his way to protect me, but still...
giving me a sexual deseas from a whor?! for god sake! could't he have used protection?!
i smilled vagly at te mear thort of him, strongly mixed with anger.
but with all this i could live if only he didn't lay a final shtrike, wich made it phisicly imposibal .
I love her ,i do . there is no other way"..."
hear i froze, but he insisted on continuing terning the knife he stuck in my hart
i love you both, only in difrent ways... you see she is actualy "he"
i steard at him blankly. what the hell is he getting at?
"he"
he continued "transformed in to a woman., did a sex change . he is a transvestite."
i shouted and screemed and sreeked shrilly, but only in my hart. i fainted.
when i woke up , if i realy did i saw her in the room. it wasn't are kitchen , nor any place i ever was, just an empty room. michel she said seaing me waken and by her voice i knew it was she . sherlin . thats to say mike - mike my lover that "found himself" my lover from the past the one that found another one. i stoped breaving .
people say the past catches up to you. there write mor then the'l ever know.
זה סיפור קצר שאני ותמר כתבנו כשהיינו מסטוליות לגמרי.
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