Happily never after

Once upon a time there was a girl who fell in love with a boy. He was no ordinary boy. He was handsome. He smelled good. She liked that smell. Whenever she thought of him, the smell appeared.

He had a nice smile too. It was seducing. Maybe she fell on that.

He had small thick fingers. Not masculine one. Although, she liked it. When he wasn't around she would imagine all the things he could do with his fingers: touching her hair, backs, lips. Touch has a memory. A memory she could not erase from her inner senses.

Sometimes she would go to a local cosmetic shop searching for perfume he might have use. She never find out which one it was. She would presumed.

He still smells.

He's still smiling.

He does have same hands.

He's not there anymore.

Good morning, heartache

She looked at him one more time and could not believe how unconsciously he was seducing her. Her hands started diving into his.She wanted the touch, his fingers touching her breasts, hips. Nothing.

He fell asleep. As usual.

She started waking him up by kissing his chin, face, eyes,nose, ears, forehead, his scar on a forehead. Then again, all over. Like a girl who can't get enough of a non sugar candy.

He would still lying.

She kept staring at his big pink face. He had such a lovely clear,pink face with a beard (no, he used to had it back then), his eyelashes. Why, I can't have eyelashes like those, she would ask herself.

-"I don't feel nothing anymore", he said.

-"How's that?", she asked.

-"I just don't feel I need it."

Here we go again, she thought. Just like a vicious circle,same story started again.

She felt so alone,exploited, insecure,unloved. She felt loved during the night but unloved in the morning. Like, everything would disappear during that 5 to 6 a.m.period when Sun would rise.

Sometimes, she used to cry over him. In her thoughts,of course.

The Sun was rising. She fell asleep somewhere between his chin and shoulder.

He was still sleeping. Sometimes she could hear snoring.

Year pass,day never.

North,I love you!

I hate warm August nights. I'm feeling like a sea fish lying and burning on the beach. I hate summer at all.

I hate that Brazilian song playing on the radio. It's so summertime feel like. I used to like that song. It reminds me on Brazilian soap operas I used to watch  when I was a teenager. It's not even original. It is stupid cover.

Female vocalist is still calling Brazil.

She must have been summer girl.

I've always imagined myself living in northern countries. Maybe Scandinavia. I've never been there. There is something interesting I found in those blonde Scandinavian boys. Sophisticated. Irresistible.

Girl is calling Brazil.

I want my leather jacket on.

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZxVRhcLXftg