accepted bets.
I be able to write all the post this morning (Thursday) or I'll edit it and write it several times?
We'll find out at the end: D!
started!
After the episode of the tattoo, and I go out to Thomas inziamo together as often as when we were kids.
We spend hours and hours on the phone, walking in Twinbrook, we watch a lot of movies in the cinema.
For a couple of weeks I would not be the one to take the first step with Sinbad.
And I did well, it seems, because he finally called me.
It is justified by saying that he was too busy at work that morning and could not see me because he received a sudden call.
will.
She asks if he can come see me, and I invite him for dinner. When it comes
is very nice, it makes me a compliment, it gives me a little kiss, and sits at the table in front of me. It 'a very pleasant, he and I sat down to dinner at my house ...
Until ...
Until you notice the tattoo on my arm.
When the story ... mode ... Sinbad closes and it seems to refuse to talk to me.
E 'annoyed, pretends not to notice my advances, and the evening ends with him sadly to browse my photo albums of China, and I am sipping coffee.
There is at least one side of my life that continues to turn right in right: my brother.
Jo grows, and I realize I love him more and more a lot of good.
I love to spend my time with him, I visit almost every day.
Jo And I need a lot of good, and there are nights when Bud and Anne T must call me to put him to bed, because without me you want to sleep!
Thomas With all proceeds for the better, since we're just friends and there are no "romantic complications" among us, we can talk for hours and hours.
And finally not only have I to tell him everything about me, too open.
He tells me of his dream of becoming a forensic analyst, tells me I am now waiting for a month call for the training course after which will come into the police, who unfortunately has not arrived yet.
I'm happy for him, is a wonderful project and hope that the call arrivals and his dream to be realized soon.
Speaking of dreams, I have one, and is developing very fast.
I am continuing to write novels, and all sell really well. The kind that I do best are the romance ... maybe it will be something a bit 'saccharine, all right, but me and my readers like it!
I get a call from my editor: I want to go to France, for another promotional tour.
two days, and leave. It will be a short trip, this, just a month, but I'm sure that will be productive and exciting.
There are now eight o'clock at night, Sinbad is certainly already left the job and then call him to say goodbye before leaving.
Apparently the rage (unfounded) for my tattoo's is over, and we say goodbye in style!
Thomas
The next morning I try to tell him of this new and great opportunities that happened to me, and to greet him. But the phone is not responding.
Then I go to her house, ring the bell, but there seems to be nobody at home.
E 'very strange ...
While resigned back to my house, street to meet Jeffrey, the brother of Thomas.
I ask where on earth is over my friend, I can not wait but I would not leave without saying goodbye.
And Jeffrey gives me the news a bit 'sad, but very beautiful. Thomas
dawn this morning received the call that waited a long time. E 'party in a hurry, one will be gone week for the course.
I'm sorry as hell not being able to greet him, but I know it will be here on my return trip for him and that this is important as it is mine for me.
So the next day, though a bit 'sad, I take the plane that will take me to France.
finally staying in a hotel worthy of the name: D
The day after my arrival I try to Pascal, the boy with whom I had a little flirt years ago.
We are very happy to see! Although
.. I have to admit ... Over the years it has lost almost all its charm!
The promotional tour will start immediately, and therefore I have to start to dress stylish and participate in social events in major bookstores.
But I must admit that it does not make me more uncomfortable, in fact, I'm taking taste!
me is still a lot of free time, and I take this opportunity to visit a museum ...
from looking for some hidden underground ...
to put in play and the little girl picking flowers in the meadows ...
Or simply to enjoy some taste of French wine, together with Pascal and his friends.
In short, this trip to France I enjoy the full, even if short.
And in the meantime continue to write my novels, sometimes I write all night ... Catasftrofiche with consequences for my poor computer!
Before leaving Twinbrook step towards a store that sells all kinds of local products, and ordered some new furniture for my house, waiting for me sadly empty seeds.
I take this opportunity to also buy a fair amount of rare wines .. I can not wait to offer them to all my guests!
On my return I find, however, only the new and beautiful things I've bought France waiting for me.
No.
I find a letter for me in my little hole, a letter with no stamp or stamp.
must have been delivered by hand. Driven by curiosity
huge open it and read it directly in the garden.
E 'Thomas.
" My dear Irma, I left.
I would have wanted to greet you, but you were not there. And maybe, maybe it was better that way.
I'm still loving you, always have been, even when I did my friend, even when I listened to him and recommended the boy you love, while I loved you.
I regret not having been able to see and embrace one last time, but it did.
I was in the course, what I was talking about. In that week I realized that my life will be to protect and serve. Irma
I shall again and this time I'll be away three years. If fate wills it, one day I will return to Twinbrook and I'll find. By then you have forgotten, and really, finally, we can be friends as you wish.
I wish you well, your
Thomas "
I feel a great anger mounted inside.
There are too many irons in the fire in his letter, I know what I feel and I do not know what I should try.
I find myself sitting in my house, on the funny chair that I wanted to show Thomas and Thomas is not there. There will be
. I lost my friend, the one that always happens to me, I always heard.
Not only that I hurt again. I spent hours and hours talking about Sinbad, as he suffered for me.
He too .. What a fool! Why sit and do the friend if he wanted was another?
not really know what to do, and I decide to take refuge at home a few hours of my family.
Between the hugs of Bud, the chatter of Anne T, and games with Jo, I will certainly not much time to think of something else.
Spending time with my family is comfortable, the atmosphere is calm and free of problems. I can relax and a veil of melancholy takes the place of anger. Thomas
I lost it.
Now I have to concentrate not to miss the other beautiful things I have left: Jo, my father, Anne T, my books ... and maybe .. maybe Sinbad.
In fact, the relationship with him over the months, is slightly evolved.
We have not seen for more than just ... satisfy our instincts, we say.
We go out, takes me to dinner, dancing ...
And sometimes abandons the pure air of the firm, and allows himself a moment of romance.
course Sinbad Sinbad is always, and even if we spend the night dancing, kissing and talking, the first morning of the conclusion remains the same ... not that I mind, of course!
What I regret is that one thing has remained unchanged.
The unpleasant habit that Sinbad has to sneak out of my room while I'm still asleep, and leave my house without saying goodbye ...
What I do lately is write and mostly spend my time with little Jo. I
into her head to teach him to walk ... And I must say that I'm succeeding quickly, and with excellent results.
And to complete the work maybe I could even teach him to speak!
How nice it would be able to chat with my wonderful brother!
I often want to look for Thomas.
I would send him an email, call .. just send a message.
But in the end give up always, I missed too much respect for all these years, and if he now wants to concentrate on his dream and forget ... it.
However I have to keep that commitment.
The house for example. Has turned against me. Falls apart.
But I did not do more scrubbing, I learned to fix all by myself!
After a few months I receive yet another call from my editor.
are required to China again. Not for a tour this time though. He wants me to write a book on local populations. The purpose of this trip will meet people, make me friend, interview, understand the habits and customs of Shang Sim La.
To do this take a long time: the duration of the trip will be a year or less.
It 's a great opportunity, and I accept it on the fly.
will Sinbad and hard to stay away from my family, but for my professional growth, and I have to do it.
And so began my adventure as a year in China.
beginning is hard, talk to all these people who do not know and do not give me much confidence ...
Someone is too excited to answer my questions ...
Others seem completely intimidated by me, and do not want to tell me anything .. I'm not a spy guys!
to give me strength and keep me company, unexpectedly meeting Ali, back in China for work.
It 's a wonderful surprise to find him again in the same country and at the same hostel!
Months go by fast, and I continue to "harass" the locals.
What I like best are the "picnics" that are forced to do, to take note of small details and make it more interesting to my book.
I often sleep in the open, and I must admit, maybe not the most comfortable, but I like it a lot!
Occasionally it is the same Ali to give me a hand in writing the book. Sure, China is not.
But he spent so much time here that we could almost consider it an honorary citizen!
This year has flown by.
Literally, I almost do not realize that she was away so long.
When I return, things that I left waiting for me, all this time.
But something has changed.
You see this gentleman with white hair?
E 'Bud. Is aging. Time has passed quickly for him.
It 's a blow to the heart to see the decline of of my father. Even Anne
T begins to have a certain age.
And I increasingly find myself wondering who will take care of Jo when Bud and Anne T there will be no more.
He is still so small ...
Quite unexpectedly ... I upgraded at once solaaaaaaaa ^^____^^ hooray hooray!
E 'an update a bit' flat, maybe, if you have bored I apologize.
I have an idea about what I would like to see happen in this story, but I'm still leaving things to make their loading ...
And sometimes they put a little 'too, hahaha XD
close with a question:
see the photo where Irma Ali embraces?
E 'was taken around noon (simmica).
Well, I do outdoor photos at that time, they are all super bright, with the unpleasant result of making strokes Simmi soooooo Approximate.
know if there is a solution?
Bacioniiiiiii:)
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