It was about 12 o'clock at night and I was lying on the bed
I was deep in thought about the girl I had been with so far. From some good memories and from a series of bitter memories that I had in my mind as if they had just happened yesterday. I had a strange feeling and I was going crazy with thousands of unanswered questions in my mind that maybe more than half of them remained unanswered for the rest of my life. I inadvertently pressed my eyes together and smoked my cigarette, and the soft stereo sound that really depicts a world of emotion in front of the listener with every word he reads, a single and unforgettable sound that, no matter how many times it is repeated, is still one of the best for me. Impossible hosts. The voice of a wandering man and a lost lover. The homeless voice of Wagon:
Meanwhile, Yahoo, one of my most beautiful memories, appeared in my mind. I remembered and still remember every single moment of it very well. It was exactly three years and four months ago that I met an Armenian girl with brown eyes and slightly dark skin (it can not be said that she was green between white and green), black curly hair, a simple mantle and blue jeans. From the first moment I saw him, my body froze as if I had known him for years. She was a simple girl, but it was her simplicity that fascinated her. I saw him a lot in our neighborhood, and when I went to Nakhsh and realized that he was single and did not have a boyfriend, I was relieved to take a step closer to him. I got his statistics and found out everything. His name was Nune. He was 23 years old and had an older brother who was my age. He was friends with 2 people whose relationship was broken. After a bit of inquiry when my information was complete, I was plotting how to get her heart so that I would not make a mistake and she would hate me. We did not hide from each other. His name was also Patrick, and I was watching None from moment to moment when I saw a boy who had been fed by an elf egg. It was clear from his behavior that the boy was annoying. I hit my friend with my elbow and walked towards them, reaching behind the boy. The nun, realizing what the matter was, turned pale and thought to herself that now an arguing dispute was going on.
I replied: Annoying a girl is becoming an ugly thing for a boy.
He replied: It's related to me, Jon's son.
I also saw that he really has a son, I said: I told you not to, Mom Joon.
The side that had fallen and was in front of a group of girls and boys looked at me and left, and I said to the nun who liked my move: I apologize for the rudeness I did in front of you, and without time. I turned to him and told my friend to go and I started walking.
Three days have passed since this incident. It was in the afternoon that I was walking in the place with my friend when I saw my friend saying that Theo has a card. I went a little closer and said: Yes, did you have something to do?
Referring to his friend, he said a little further away and then said to me: I wanted to thank you for Saturday. I thought you wanted to fight.
I said: Please, it was my duty. I am not a litigant.
A minute passed in silence when I said: I will not bother you any more if you want me to count you, you had something to do in our service. Which I prepared my mobile phone myself. I summed up my number and threw a miss call that asked: Didn't you really say your name?
I said: I am Theo.
Then we said goodbye and my friend and I walked for an hour and I went home.
That night my cell phone rang and I answered and we talked for about an hour and a half.
It was two days later that we were talking on the phone when we talked and he told me that life is no longer important to him and then he said: now I want to cut my own vein with a knife and I am relieved to hear this. I jumped out of the cup and quickly got dressed and started running towards their blood with all my strength.
When I arrived, I rang the doorbell, which opened the door a little late. I was in the yard when I saw that he came with a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. He could not sit on the first step. He did not do anything when he said he was not there. I went somewhere else and my color turned to plaster. I stammered and asked where? Pulling a little from the top of his T-shirt, I saw three or four small lines that I yelled at with a laugh. He was surprised and said: Why are you laughing?
In response, I said: You drew at least one or two correct lines.
He laughed in hatred. I took my head close and clung to his head and put my hand on his wound. I pulled on his shirt to open the first button on his pants so that my hand would be comfortable. Then I took his shirt until I pulled it up on his chest and lifted my head towards his chest. I grabbed his pants, took him to the stairs and threw my hand through his pants and put my fingertips in his pants. I also unbuttoned my pants and took off my back. I pulled the new pants down from the back to under her hips. I was such an insect that I knelt behind him and bit my tongue next to his cunt. Then I got up. I took it firmly in my hand, slowly pulled it out and put it back in. I continued like this for less than two minutes, I quickly pulled it out and poured water on the wall and pulled my pants up, then I sat down on the stairs. Theo, is that all you wanted?
To which I replied: I swear to my father's soul that I will stay at your feet as long as I have a body in my soul.
This is a real memory. Please do not misunderstand. Thank you.
