4 Hp Johnson For Sale

Maybe, maybe, but ...



Sometimes life makes you lose people.
And not because there are no more.
No, they are all right, just that there are simply no more to you.
your fault or his fault.
O perhaps to blame.

I lost my cousin, Manu.
We grew up together, we spent many summers together, we shared adolescence.

They tell us that we still look very much in the way of smiling, the way they walk with their feet on the duck, in our carelessness, to lose the phone or do not always find anything in the bag.
Then, as if by magic, she has spent most summers with me and I have not looked for more. I made some attempts

phone but poorly managed.

This summer, for lunch with my uncles, my father and I have had one of our usual bickering. While

tiravamo on spaghetti, upstairs could be heard slamming doors and windows.

My father: "Maria Gra, you leave the windows open?"

Me: "Yes dad, it must change the air ..."

My father: "Ehssì, and then change the doors as well ...".

while smiling a bit 'all, aunt says, "Same same as the Manu, we seem to hear father and daughter at the table" and his eyes got very red.

And mine too. We are so similar.

I wondered if it was my fault.

I tracked down an event: a summer I had so much taken from my new boyfriend that I spent more time with him than with her. Almost snubbing.

certainly a mistake, certainly a situation that would send anyone into a rage.

I tried to recover but never really apologize to her, without letting her know that I realized that I have a big blunder.

About 7 or 8 years ago so I stopped to have this relationship with someone so special so special in my life.

course, in my defense I can say that I was twenty one and horny at that age you can lose a little 'things in life.

But I do not warrant it.

So take advantage of this space, where I know she will never go looking for me, to apologize, to tell her that I miss.

Manu, I miss you, I miss you so much.

I do not know about you but what filters through his grandmother.

I want to know you, I want to talk, I tell you what happens to me. I

advice on my choices, I would like to know how and what you choose.

I would take the train every now and spend a Sunday with you.

I would take pictures of us that we are the idiots who pull out their tongues or while sunbathing.

I would call you and hear you for once. I

find my cousin, my friend.