Wednesday, May 8, 2024

Friendships and loves that weren't for me

The love:

I remember that, I was from England and this came before the lady that didn't deserve my love, so in my country I had a friend and girl that when I went to Spain to find my soul mate, she sai that if she didn't love me that she love and return to her, she was for the first time confessing love me. I wen to a fortune teller and she saw that in my life a love, the person that I went to find in Spain was as o ungrateful feel, tat fate turn something bad, and fortune teller came a person that make the evil in the life of a person. People said to me that I had to went to Spain to discover before marry with my friend girl, that could be destiny, so even my friends advise me find that lady. In Spain I got so regretted to went to find such lady, but things appear kept in that country, situations didn't let me leave. I though that lady didn't respect me at the beginning that was in another life, she confused me with a lover of another life, she was desepair to a be such man because one life he was handsome, I was afraid of she want robber my beauty for his ugly lover, and my friend girl went to Spain because she felt that I was in danger an said to people of there that we were brother an sister, with she I could went out of Spain, probably was truly love that save me. The fortune teller assecure her that I became danger and could harm her.

Now to the friendship:

And was that a person ask me why I didn't asked a favour of a person that I knew, he was kind gay, he used say to everybody, I said he would help me? If there was one person in my mind that I couldn't think of for a help, it was him. I said I never think that he would help me, I even though with scorn, what dreaming person, if I need a favour a gay I probably would be dead, they are a so imprestáveis, don't help nobody, sometimes gay is a state of spirit, of like of be different of everybody and why they would be good with someone?

Rute Bezerra de Menezes Gondim

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