A THUNDERY LOVE

Perhaps this may to seems poetic, it may be no, I am not a poet but I have got to talk about the thundery love is, as I told I am not a poet and fewer this is a poem even when I am going to try it to do it.

Everything of this began before I be able to imagine, it was going by the springs of the two thousand seventeen the three of October for to be more precise, I had entered at university when I meet her, I recall all, it happened by a chance even when I believe more in causalities I tend to think what that day was destined to meet us.

At first glance it does not seem to sees nothing outside of the nature course but, it does not truth, in view of the fact that day occurred too many things, at end, when I saw back and saw her it does not seemed to me to be looking anybody different but, all it's a lie and with pass of the time to the end of all, I give to myself bear that we cannot make prejudices on neither people, not one, we can't prejudge with a first and simple sight because we can be err, and this lass which I'm talking about is unique and I was a privileged person to the know her, she is used to be as charismatic as beautiful but, to the same time so simple and so many others things more, nonetheless, just like this how the our time began is how all ended, I remind when she told me once so much time later soon after of the us some words which I'll never be unable to remember them.

– You know? – Started she and I saw her paying attention – When I saw you I thought you were a criminal or something similar – Ended she laughing on me meanwhile watched me some funny

– Seriously? – Said I how I was offended – But if I am so good as the bread – Replied I watching her attractiveness eyes captivated with them and with herself

– Yeah! But, that I just know it for the time being

– Well, and was this for you saw me of that form? – Questioned I so interesting in her answer

– What's manner? – Asked she a few confused and in a cheerily voice

– Like that as if you wanted to... you know I don't know how exactly say it – Said I thinking as I was seeking the words on the midair

– My dear, I saw you as if I already knew that you were going to break me the heart – And these words were followed for absolute silence in the meantime I thought about the beautiful love is but for being time I don't think so now for the reason that the love sometimes is a thundery love in the end of this – In what are you thinking? Honey – Inquired she sudden brings me back to the reality

– It's nothing – Commented I, trying to escape of the situation

– Tell me – Remarked she – Come on! – Claimed her

– I just thought in what, nothing is forever – Started I with my closed eyes just joying the moment together we had been having

– is it you think? Do you believe the ours is not it going to be for always? – Asked her expectantly to the answer

I will not write my answer, however, I may say what I said her it did not occur, I know I was lying when I answered but then, I don't wanted to break the magic of the moment, perhaps myself thought in what I was saying, well after all, I learned one lie does not become in a true for more you repeat it, in any way the love is thundery.