This is not an Imposible Love

I was still a decidedly in love young man when my parents did the impossible to send me to study in the capital. My eyes were tired from not being able to see her. Well, despite everything, her good feelings about her and that beautiful talk about her left me enthralled. I still believe that she was the one who completely filled this demanding heart of mine.

It is a universally known truth that every teenager who does not have a girl by his side is determinedly in love out there. The beauties came and went. They disappeared as an ephemeral step in the process of life. Today we were happy, tomorrow we will simply be beautiful and fond memories. I'm sorry about having to leave early. I had to leave, leaving it like that but not forgetting her.

There are two goodbyes that are the most shocking in the universe. The first is when you say goodbye to your girl and go to a faraway place. The other is content with the eternal farewell to a family member. Those stabbing pains around the chest and that ache of still wanting to continue with them are more than distressing. The tears that fall uncontrollably down the cheeks are what help to somewhat alleviate the pompous pains. The heart emits beats that, if it were not for the rib cage, would come out without any wait.

So we said goodbye with hugs that seemed to last forever. Seeing those tender and sweet tears of hers wipe away moved me a lot. I didn't want him to cry so much and even less to suffer like that. But goodbyes in one form or another hurt. With her the blind suffering and her sincere cries were still beginning.

“I will miss you, I will think of you to always dream of you. At no time do you let the thought that I have already forgotten you cross your mind. “You are the most charming being I have ever seen, Vanessa,” was the last thing I said to her before making the decision to get on the train to go directly to the capital. My goal was to go study at the Dean of America. I already had a scholarship and above all the vacancy was already mine. It was simply a matter of going and doing some paperwork and I was definitely going to be part of that house of study. Since my parents were very demanding, they made me give up on it to focus purely on my studies. However, it was impossible for me to forget about Vanessa.

Well, she accompanied me throughout high school. In the moments of joy she was there sharing the celebration with me and in the moments when I felt bad in the frustrating courses and especially when I felt like I was a disaster she never managed to abandon me. How I should forget her. If things got more unfavorable at least I had to consider her as an eternal friend who was always there for me; but where the gratitude is.

I hated those who said that I would have to simply forget about her.

How to do it! If possible I am here to shed blood and maybe when it is over I will start with my tears. In these moments of complete dissonance I still love her with all my racing heart that shows resistance to forgetting.

As always, dad wanted her to go to the capital. He cared little about my romantic relationships. On the contrary, she always found out who she was with with the sole intention of doing everything possible to get her away from me. This lends itself to saying that at times we and Vanessa also separated. Each believed that she would do better venturing into a new relationship. Time almost always denied us that. Now I believe that neither time nor distance, much less other people, can separate me when destiny has already prepared something.

Mom certainly didn't like Vanessa. Rather, when I was with Janet, a disappointing classmate of hers was very happy with her and wanted me to go out with her constantly. Maybe he because of her idea is understandable, on the other hand I don't understand my old man why he is so sweet around there. My old lady had some huge problems with Vanessa's mother. One of them was caused by both me and my father. In my case it was for the simple reason that I didn't want to get close to him, much less go out with his daughter. Why I hated my old man is understandable. Well, she was always the target of his ridicule.

Despite everything, I still have a burning spark of respect and affection for them. With Vanessa the case is different. Without it things get ugly and I think I will faint.

I have written to her several times. I don't like it so much that she responds to me in a tuxedo. Lately I find those figures unbearable. I still think why I haven't fallen in love with her twice. But instead the memories of her continue. There is that thin and tender palm of hers that is nobler to believe is a girl. Those big, elongated brown eyes make him more beautiful. Her complexion is no exception. Her skin is so smooth that giving it a few strong touches is worth thinking twice about. That very fine shape of her nose and her pretty shape are so spectacular that from time to time I tend to think about how she manages to insert a finger into those narrow nostrils. Her mouth has such delicate and somewhat fleshy lips. They are so reddish that sometimes it feels like she has painted them. But no, she likes the naturalness in that area. It's not so much about putting on makeup and aging her face before its time.

Her charming girlish smile still remains. Her naturally white teeth are dazzling. I still don't understand the way she takes care of them so they don't get outlined or stained.

Maybe she's a little stuck up, but I'm not that interested in her. I feel that her presence is enough to keep me in suspense. The thinness of her body shape is one of the most notable parts.

To this day I think that my taste for thin girls has increased with her. It is true that feelings matter a lot, but it must be clear that the shape of a girl's body is imposing. And everyone has their own taste. Thinking about it if she had another body shape I would still love her.