I went. 2 days ago (14 February). Probably happened to many people, but the interesting thing is not the "love story" but the "story of heartbreak" that came as "attachment" (attachment).
No, I rejected the contrary. We were flirting with her eyes for several minutes (maybe more than 10 or 15, do not know, everything happened so fast and so slow). Every moment that could turned around and gave me a flirty look that I answered the same way. It was "love at first sight." I could not take my eyes from her perfect face, her beautiful hair, when I realized I was seeing earlier. Even immediately saw as his companion (or companions?) And I noticed it looked, too, but with a look half critical, feeling and what our implied involved coquetry. Then it was obvious ke him some comments on the "love of my life." Definitely not made any negative comment as he continued flirting with looks. He kept turning to me at every opportunity he had.
He had not felt these butterflies in the stomach. And of course, uncertainty and doubt that if I also liked.
But as I said, after both visual flirting ritual had no doubt. I stopped my walk to continue the ritual. Was less than 10 meters from me. Back the way he came, and was less than 2 feet from me. As exceeded 3 meters turned back to her beautiful eyes, perfect, had always dreamed of.
It's like when you see someone and you know it's the love of your life until you marry this person (till death do us part) even without having ever heard his voice. And no, it was an emotional issue induced by the mentioned 14 of Februrary. Moreover, not even crossed my mint that date throughout the course of that flirtation. I was leaving school class and was thinking how stupid it was the teacher and that I meet the person who had so often dreamed. On top of that person would respond positively to all the signs! Moreover, I realized not date until several hours later!
Unfortunately, while all this happened my brain had to work. No, I know it is not poetic. But unfortunately I realized that was something that could not be. (Yes, may sound like Greek tragedy, but I decided to avoid the tragic process as if it had continued, as it knew the end was not very positive, either for me or for the love of my life, so there was little sense.)
Finally waited to turn around the last of me, and he did. I threw my last sign to know that they actually liked me and he said much the same way. Then I left. To my eternal solitude, wishing all the best for future, probably with someone else, but it did not matter as he preferred his happiness with someone else, their unhappiness with me.
(Sorry, but I can not give many details. The story of unrequited love was written decades ago and therefore does not depend on me to change it. I feel like Haruki Murakami [see full story: http://sininstrucciones.blogspot. com/2008/05/al-ver-la-chica-100-perfecta-una-bella.html ; view video summary: http://vids.myspace.com/index.cfm?fuseaction=vids. individual & VideoID = 39757126 ]).
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