"Usually, afternoons used to be like that in the airports: silent, boring, gray. The most part of the companies proposes flights soon or late: economical reasons. And same, the economical reasons are in the human relationships and contribute to love: almost for a lot of people attending economic benefits and satisfaction. So, in airports we can construct any stupid thoughts without importances. It's the win for the time between the travel time. And the society is build in gratification, redress and requital. And after, same if there are some "taste" of physical, intelectual or sexual affinity, the "love" no appears in all stories. And it is not sure that when the feelings appear, we can say, in the romantic definition, is love. But, as humans, we speak about some stories because there are hope.
Fortunately, humans are animals and the sex constructs links. Passion and romanticism arrives in the moment with it is not possible to distinguish through habitude, convenience or affection. The famous attachment solve any question and in life, however all complications and deceptions, the humans remains. She hated to wish him. May be for the years dedicated to her ex-husband and children, forgetting to be a woman, to explore and to be explored. Nevertheless, she knew in deception, that the desire of that the second lover that took her between her loneliness and frustration, was not like hers. Yes, he's not the best having sex, but he was the second one, after years of inhibition. She needs a third or fourth man, in the silences after searching desperately, that idea appeared, just after an orgasm by own pleasure and ambiguos phone calls and nude photos for him. She could not hate him, because he is a modern gentleman. So, the hatred was towards herself.
The words are forgotten to describe how the human mating appears really. In the past, love was over the advisability. Or almost, when at night, people read poetry in the light of the moon, something was shaking could become a feeling, in inspiration. Now, there are only a bright screen and phrases. The excitation is more than any supposed uplift. And same if there are tears in a moment when the lyrics (without to be a real poem) end the silence in a Saturday night, it is not sufficient to transcend in a personal life. May be in other times, in other souls. We had our time and although it was beautiful and I miss it, it's over. May be for you other man appears, we had our night and you were in pleasure..., it is time for other memories in your life.
Some people said that love is a construction. In feelings and in sex. It is not sure if in intelectual manners and frequently, no far in social ways too. However, in the egoist thinking the possible construction of "love" is affected by the convenience. So, in a meaningless and incomprehensible speech, there are any new to say. And yes, I'm not find any new to say you more than my tears. And a please, don't go. And I think now, in gray, silence and tedium that the words are from your side. But, there are not any inspiration and a lot of motivation to open your body for other men. Congratulations, you are free. And free I am, as usual.
I want to think you know me, and that you would look for me. But in the time between the travels, the consequence will surely be a new chapter in the life of a simple human that crosses the world to return to the same point of departure. Many times. In complexity, it is possible to write lots and lots of words to explain a thing that people does not want to know, but they lose time to find words to explain the evident. And in evidence, the real new word is simple: live through and feel a lot, be a sexual earth habitant. "
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