El principio de un libro que nunca seguí:
It was a mild afternoon and the old lady came rushing to my door. - It's Wednesday! - she rattled, I was surprised to see so much energy in a person so small. Took my notebook and left with her, I figured there was nothing I could do to escape her. We arrived at the meeting, and just when I was about to sit, his eyes caught me. A voice from nowhere spoke to my ear saying "it's him", my eyes returned the capturing look without knowing this would be my doom.
As I sat in a confused state, the book club began it's weekly agenda. The "its him" guy spoke the opening line and I knew this was no ordinary man.
We were reading "The Tunnel" Ernesto Sabbatto and this girl which just looked too hot to be on a book club, started mumbling...
Can someone tell me why we are loosing time with this book? there's so much more we could all enjoy!
The man took the words off my lips as he portrayed the Tunnel as an inspiring novel of truth and finding yourself. I admired him and I rarely admire someone.
After the meeting, he came forward with a smile and from that day an invisible magnet started pulling him towards me... I closed my eyes to the fact... I knew it was happening, yet I let it happen, Im really not sure I knew completely but I wanted it to be real... I ignored he had a girlfriend and she also happenned to be my friend. Sometimes I wish I could Ctrl delete it all.
But I know better... life has strange ways of extracting the dark spots in your heart.
