She asked for a last wish before she married, she wanted a bachelorette party where her friends would play for her ... I did not want strippers or uncontrolled or chaotic party where all end up drunk, only asked her friends secretly conspired to be seen with the man who in the past had loved dearly, but never knew their true feelings.
Among questions and doubts, all made a pact of silence they decided to keep quiet so long and took care of the details smallest to plot the meeting would mark several lives.
The bride, adored her future husband, but something inside needed to be resolved before sealing the commitment would be for a lifetime.
So he left his last dream in the hands of those loyal listeners who knew about the details of a story crossed by the silences and passion.
decided that the meeting would be the night before the wedding, so that the bride had no time to hesitate, and question everything that happened. The old love
accepted the rules of the game, felt the rush of old times and even quoted as assessed that some women found it somewhere funny.
scent your body with the old essence of other times, looked in the mirror several times, trying to rescue the image of the past that he himself and slightly raised his pulse pounding to the rhythm of what we hoped would happen.
not feared, men are always attracted by the adventure, but a tingling invaded his hands as he went to meet this woman, whose body was molded in his hands. He smoked a cigarette
faster while following the map that will lead to the strange departure of its former history, because it had been them, a small and intense in the life history that followed the normal course of events.
But each in his way, had never forgotten the other, perhaps out of respect to the years pass and maturity that fits decided not to re-crossed, perhaps because there are stories that it is better to leave them with the scent of a ever beautiful time to remember and relive from memory, perhaps because they knew that things were not such a time, then they are cruel to hear them because they arrive too late, perhaps because it was better to simply leave everything and ...
She waited anxiously to see him again , ate nails, felt the memory made flesh and hit furious heat on your skin, imagine those eyes that had always captivated, recalled nights where everyone escaped to touch, to feel, to be repeated over and over again the same phrases that went mad ...
both looked at his watch several times and suddenly the blame for plotting deception blocked his throat and pain invaded his chest felt he was making a mistake.
But it was too late for regrets, because when he tried to escape, he discovered that look that he watched with the same passion as in past years and in an instant that was revealing, he forgot all his present and the consequences of their decisions could bring go one step further.
ran to him, did not hesitate a second to re-embrace the skin felt own, he looked into her eyes, thinking that everything else happen by transitive, but the years then weighed and maturity played the last card, truer, that I had.
There in the vast darkness, he spoke and expressed all the feelings that she never imagined she felt, both drowned in tears and kisses ...
In the darkest hour before dawn were the last kiss and dawn discovered two broken souls returning to their lives with the feeling of having fallen in the past.
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Published in Journal, February 8, 2009
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