Dear Rodolfo ..."
Well life since I left Rodolfo has been difficult here at home, do not really know where are most things, but since it was never seen television ... so I decided to write him a letter for me at least help to overcome this tragedy that has been ...
"Dear Maria:
I know the counselor said that there should be no contact between us, during our period of" calm "but I could not wait anymore. The day you left me, I swore I'd never spoke to you anymore. But that was just the wounded deer inside of me talking. Still, I never wanted to be the first to advance. In my fantasies, it was always you who would come crawling back to me. I think my pride needed that. But now I see that my pride's cost me a lot of things. I'm tired of pretending I do not need you. And I do not care about looking bad anymore. I do not care which of us will take the first step, since one of us does. Maybe it's time we let our hearts speak as loudly as our hurt. And this is what my heart says ... There is no one like you, Rodolfo. I look for you in the eyes and legs of each animal they see, but they are not like you. They're not even your hooves.
Two weeks ago, I found a deer in a bar in Bairro Alto and took it home with me. I'm not saying this to hurt you, but only to illustrate the depth of my despair. He was young, maybe 19, with one of those perfect bodies that only youth and maybe a childhood spent ice skating can give. I mean, a perfect body. Chest not believe and an ass like a tortoise shell, round and hard. The dream of any deer, right? But as I sat on the couch being blown by this stunner, I thought, look at what we consider important in our lives. It's all so superficial. What a perfect body mean? Does not make you better at bed? Well, in this case, yes. But you see my point? Does it makes a better pet? Does he have a better heart than my moderately attractive Rodolfo? I doubt it. And never thought of that before. I do not know, maybe growing up a little.
Later, after you have dumped a few ounces of throat yogurt, I found myself thinking, "why do I feel so drained and empty?" It was not just her flawless technique and her hunger for sex and lust, but something else. A feeling of loss. Why do I feel so incomplete? And then it hit me. I did not feel the same because you were not there, Rodolfo, to see. You know what I mean? Nothing feels the same without you. For God's sake, Rodolfo, I'm going crazy without you. And everything I do reminds me of you. Remember
Carolina, we found that single deer in the gym last year? Well, she dropped by last week with a pan of lasagna. She said she figured that I should not go to eat right without anyone around, it was only later realized that what she meant by that, but this is not the real story. Anyway, we drank some wine and Copito after a while we were giving him strong and ugly in our old bedroom. And this tart is a real animal in bed. She gave me everything, you know, like a real female does when he's not worried about weight or her career or if their offspring can hear us or not. And suddenly she saw that old rotating mirror that is on the dresser that was your grandmother. Then she grabbed the mirror and put it on the floor, so that we could observe both. And it's totally hot, but it makes me sad too. Because I could not help thinking, "Why is Rudolph ever put the mirror on the floor?" We have always been this convenient or something like that, and we never used as sex toy. "
On Saturday, the brother went here with a court order that forbids me to get close to you. I mean, Bernard is still a kid, but has a pretty good head on his shoulders and has been a true friend to me during these difficult times. He has given me excellent advice about you and about males in general. He's really keen that we get back together, Rodolfo. Is even. Then one of these occasions, we found ourselves drinking cups in a tub of foam and talking about happier times. Here is a teenager who has the same DNA as you and I can only think about how much he reminds me of how much he looked like you when you were 18. And it almost makes me cry. And finally I discover that Bernard really likes all that anal scene, which reminds me of the immense number of times I pressured you to experience and that this might have fed the bitterness between us. But do you see that even when I'm thrusting inside your brother's cinnamon ring, all I can do is think of you? True, Rodolfo. And deep in your heart you know it.
not you think we could start over? Ending the bitterness, with hatred and start over from scratch? I think we can. If you feel the same please, please tell me, otherwise, can you tell me where's the TV remote control?
Bambi "
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