The honey of your words II.

She wrote to me and only me, could not with the emotion I felt at that time but how? Where did you read it? Was she really?... That morning like any other I went to the store to buy food and on the way to the store went to the front of the bookstore... When I passed the front I could not believe it was a new book, but it was not like others that had taken, was simply the answer to what I had said in the letter... She knew that I was her prince, that I could give her the love I had never felt, that I was the one behind that letter; I need only read the title to know that he spoke of my "the Prince of my salvation " That was the most beautiful title I could have put, as he spoke perfectly what he wanted to do for her... He just fell in love with me knowing that he had really read me, it was her and only her.

Reading the book I could realize that I perfectly leave a note or a message for me to look and know that she knew that you can trust me, I leave it so that only I could know the intensions of the note, I said I wanted to meet in person to see Q Ho was actually me, he told me that I would wait every day in the same place until the day he met me, she was romantic just like me, every time I liked this girl more and more.

And there I was, I went the next day as I could not wait another second without knowing who my girl was, that girl so mysterious of which I fall in love; I came to that place and there was only the girl I had stumbled upon the day I went to the bookstore, what was she doing there? I thought will she be the girl I love? That could not be my girl, because that day did not even ask a question or look with excitement and emotion to the amount of people who had in that place, that could not be my girl either... Or at least I thought so.

As I did not observe anyone else getting to that place I decided to leave, I did not want to waste any more time I was losing, it was stupid, maybe she just took another breath or met someone who made her think otherwise, there were many possible reasons , but I wanted it to be for me what I wrote, I love it but at that time it was broken, as I had never been in my whole life, even with what happened to my father, she should be there. where he told me to go, but was not, that girl as he loved to play with my feelings, she thinks of no one but her, the beginning to hate... who cheat? I could not hate the person I fall in love with just writing something he liked, I love her and that will not change even if you never see her in person.

I could not just stand idly thinking if she knew about me or it was just a coincidence, maybe she loved me as I did or was I who wanted and hoped that it would happen, I began to hate so much to think a thousand stupid things like that , she loves you just doesn't know how to say it, have faith, she is like you, she is someone who feels alone, is someone who needs to give her love, you can not just sit idly thinking that the woman you love is suffering for something that ever OCU Rrió.

After thinking about that all afternoon I decided to go to the same place, at the same time to see if this time she was there, would not lose anything with trying to go, at least the day was beautiful. To my surprise when I went was the same girl sitting is it a joke? Did she also come to the call of my beloved? It cannot be alone I could understand what she desired and yearned for, it was I who was willing to follow her heart if she needed it, I could kill for her if she asked me.

And so I went every day at the same time and the same place that I had said my beloved to see us, loved her and wanted to see her with all my being, she is mine and I just want to know that I love her, but if not appears I can not let him know how I feel Every time I hear about her, I hate you but I love you my beloved. At the end of the week I could not and decided to go to the girl to know who was, to my surprise had the most beautiful eyes I've seen in my life, were just the eyes of my father, love her with just seeing her She was, she had no doubt that she was my girl, the person I loved, my adoration.

We spent the whole afternoon talking, that was what I wanted to happen and step, as I assumed she was my beloved was the girl who drove me crazy, she and only her.

What had they done to him? Why? What? My beloved, my poor beloved, the person I love could not be happening this, they stole the stories, the girl I saw in the bookstore stole all the fame, I steal his life, I steal the feeling of pain that my girl felt... Oh my poor Katherine sweet darling of my life, I couldn't let this happen to my love, I had to do something about it.

And so it was... This is how for the first time in my life I avenge for love, I avenge for the person I love, I could not let her happen to something like this. My plan... My beautiful plan could not fail, I had no intention of doing so, she had to pay for all that she had done, not only my beloved but also me, to fall in love, to go crazy without being the person I fell in love with, to lie, to feel like I cheated , I hated her and wanted her to suffer for everything she did.

I could not do everything I had in mind in front of my beloved, it was impossible to do it, I did not want to think anything bad about me while we were still meeting, I could not allow me to leave me, that would hurt with all my soul.

After a long time of research I discovered in which editorial worked and at what time and what days I attended that place, and the very idiot was never accompanied so that was the most of the whole plan, to end it as if I felt no love for anyone.

And that way it was, I went the day and the time when she attended and it was so easy that I laughed the impression that this girl had in the face, did not know what happened, adored to see the face of bewilderment I had, was so idiotic the poor girl that no shame She hit her so she'd shut the hell up. I couldn't take her anywhere, as my beloved could appear at any time and I didn't want her to see that side of me, I could scare her away and it was the least I wanted at the time.