Como esquecer o beijo que você me deu?

We were making love with Brazilian music as background.

he was inside me when this song started.. and he started singing this part:

Como eu quero
De novo um beijo seu muito gostoso
Do jeito que ‘cê faz é carinhoso
Por isso eu quero suas mãos em mim
Como eu quero
O cheiro de amor que vem chegando
Trazendo o seu corpo só pra mim

 

I love this song now… and it will always remind me of my handsome Brazilian man.

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Love me tender

I think I would have never talked to Wal (The Brazilian guy) if he hadn’t looked at me as he did.

I remember him waving his hand to me and winking to me.

When he wrote me the first time he told me … you are so cute and guapa.

I would never have thought some hours after this chat, we would be in his hotel room … that he was going to love me tender … that he would bath me … with all the tenderness in the world…

he … he was not full of lust for me … he was full of desire to treat me well and he did.

Thats the way a man should treat me .. I should not forget this.

At times I think maybe he does the same with any girl… but why I think this? I should stop thinking that.. he was with him all those days. He could have spent those night with someone else but he was with me …

We all deserve a love that will love us tender … do not forget it.

 

 

 

Pretty woman…

I guess I am a pretty woman … Most of my life I have felt as an average girl or even not pretty enough. Specially, when I see all those girls who wears a lot of make up and wear super fancy clothes.

But, many men have told me many times that I am a very pretty girl …

but Wal … he is always making compliments to me: beautiful, pretty woman, hermosa, delicia.

and through his eyes I can see he means what he says.

We cried together … I saw his eyes watering … He kissed my hand and told me how special I was to him. He said the eyes don’t lie. He said he can see through my eyes that I love him, that I care for him. I thought he was crazy, we had just met some days ago.

We were only together 4 days and 4 nights. I didn’t think much about what we were doing. I was just living the moment and I thought after his departure all would end.

But, he still writes me all the time, he sends me pictures … he asks me to send to him pictures of me .. so, I am becoming a selfie addict since I need to take some pic of me for him.  I like doing it.

I don’t miss him, I didn’t have enough time to become attached to him, but I enjoy all the time we spent together.

I don’t regret about anything, being with him was beautiful. He treated me very nicely, tender. It might sounds crazy, but we didn’t fuck … we made love … and yes, we cried on the bed … I dont know why … maybe because between us  there was something special, different, unique. I felt great with him like I have never felt with another man. It was not about the intercourse (that was delicious too), it was all together . He made me felt loved, like no one did before. He didnt make me feel used at all.

Now I believe I am his pretty woman … I am pretty … I am gorgeous …

More than anything … I am his pretty woman …

 

Pretty woman, walkin’ down the street
Pretty woman the kind I like to meet
Pretty woman I don’t believe you, you’re not the truth
No one could look as good as you, mercy

 

 

This song will always remind me of him … this song is fabolous.

I guess he moved on..

I wanted him to stop bothering me, but I suppose it bothers me that he moved on, since I keep doing the same.  I am in the same place as when he left.

Sometimes I have thought about getting back to his arms, but then I remember I would just do that to fulfill my loneliness. No, I dont love him, but at times I miss his company.

He was crazy, but he took care of me when I was sick.

 

I found this just now in my drafts and I have no idea whom I am talking about …

I guess about Joseph, but I am not sure hehe

wtf

Brainstorm

9th May 2017, we talked.

the walk of shame … or walk of pride …

cafeteria meeting 9.20

Showering together

Crying together 

he loved my eyes, he said my eyes said I loved him ..in the spanish-portuguese way.

saudade de voce

jeito carinhoso rythm

people at his hotel knew him and greet him

black shirt … he greeted me and kiss me

his eyes watering … 

my eyes watering…

pretty woman

He laughing of my thousands of alarms 

He taking many pictures of me. Like when I twas trying to fix my hair. 

My Brazilian …

He deserve some good words.

I will just ride a brainstorming to not forget what he meant to me.

First time we met – Kitchen I was with JJ in our secret coffee date, but he saw me. Smile and winked to me. It was obvious he wanted to talk to me. I smiled back shyly.

Second time – I was going to the kitchen again with JJ. He was walking to the place were my friend Eduardo walks. He was with his friend. But he openly smiled to me, winked and wave his hand. I smiled. Later I asked JJ , did you him) He replied, yes he seems to want to kiss you a some more.

That was on Friday I think. I decided to go to visit Eduardo to saw my Brazilian guy. I saw him but he was busy in his computer so I could not get his attention … I left …

During the weekend I was thinking about him and how to reach him.

On Monday, a Chines guy told me the training was over last Friday and Eduardo said it too .. its over he is back to Brazil.

I was thinking how stupid I was to lose my chances.

But no…. life is wise.

In the canteen, I saw him, I was in the line and he was already eating. He was also smiling and waving to me.

on Tuesday, I was in the right place at the right time. In the cafeteria around 9.20 am. There were so many people, he was there. He came to me and greeted me with two kisses, I was just expecting one but he said in Brazil you kiss twice. I was frozen and just smiled.

People left and he did too. I was thinking about how stupid I acted. Eduardo told me I lost my chance that I should have talked something or do something else. Then he came back for coffee (kinda) he grabbed my shoulder and said something as …well, we have to work. I think he said it in Portuguese.

I joked Eduardo that he came back just to see me. Some hours later, he told me it was true. He came back to the cafeteria to see me.

During the lunch, we were together in the line. He asked my name and said he was going to look for me in the messenger of the company.

He did, he added me on whatsapp and we planned to met that night …

I knew there was no time to lose.

28 April – trip

On 28th April I was going on a trip to the north of my country.  I had to take a bus to arrive to the capital and then we would get involved into the adventure of being 16 hours in a bus to arrive to some natural wonders.

When I was in a line, I saw him because he was behind me. He was such a cute guy.  Some days later I found out other people of the trip called him Harry Potter.

We exchanged some words but I wanted to ask more things like if he was going alone to the trip. But, well I was waiting for my friend Adolf (yes, weird name) to come.

I was wearing some baggy pants black and white that I like so much.

I observed him during the trip. I knew where he was sitting in the bus. I saw him swimming in the pools. I thought he was an biologist or something like that since he seemed some into the water and what was hidden deep down.

I saw him during the breakfast and when he was so happy talking by phone… I thought maybe he was talking with his girlfriend.

So, I was suppose to go back to the water after eating a delicious meat as lunch. I got shy, because the people that was already in the pools was screaming to the people who wanted to go into the water -dive, dive – dive-.

we swam there

I got shy because of that and I did not feel that comfortable in my swimsuit to go walk around the pools before immersing myself. I did not swim more.

I came back to the cabin and I saw him. I wanted to talk to him. He put his earphones on.  He was sleeping in the table … when I saw it was time I went to the table and say HELLO.

I did not know what to say.  He also said random things, like aiming to a cute little boy and asked me – isnt he cute, I want a son like him-  That little boy was great.

Anyway,  we saw we had some things in common as working in other city outside the capital. He showed me some pictures of his Facebook and from there I knew how to find him there.

So, now we knew each other. That night I added him on Facebook, that was our last night in the North and some people wanted to go for a drink. He didnt come.  He felt asleep he told me later.

But ok, next day we were talking a lot. He joined to Adolf and I in our table during the breakfast. We visited a museum and then it was time to leave … again 16 hours in the bus. We talked and laughed in some bus stops.

We finally arrived ad 3-30 am to the capital.  I was waiting for an uber and walked to where He .. Esteban (thats his name) was. … my uber came and I said see you soon, we hug and I left …

He is such a sweetheart, I hope we can see us again.

 

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