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Like a miracle, not everyone else but Leo. He smiled tilted and said, "I'm on your flight." "I see," I said, trying to suppress my smile, but hardly. "And then I ... um ... changed chairs," he said, "I see, too," I say, now smiling brightly. "You're cunning, are not you?" "Cunning?" Leo said. "You saved me from that rude bastard ... one who is now drunk - and barefoot - in the vanity of the merchant. He called it generous - not cunning. "" You dropped the business class seat? "I said, feeling awe and exasperating power when I processed the information and all the effort out. That march to evaluate this moment. "Right. So what? And a chair in the middle of the line at the end of the plane. "" Oh. You are generous, "I said." What? Thank you, "I said, beginning to realize that I would have the next five hours stuck in a dark corner near Leo. My heart just stopped beating. "No," he said, leaning back in his chair gently and then leaning against a folded table with an attitude I discovered was the main tension. We glanced at each other, a bold act when we were sitting next to each other on the same row of chairs, then I smiled, shook my head and turned my gaze out the window. The safety belt guide is still on and the captain will notify everyone when it is safe to move in the cabin. Great, I think. The silent moment of emptiness passes as I close my eyes, thinking that miraculously, I'm not afraid to fly anymore. "So," Leo finally said, "I'm not scared. I also voiced when I opened my eyes and the plane started to flow smoothly in midnight California. "So, where are we now?" Chapter Prev Chapter Next Loading ... Sstruyen.com.vn is a website with interesting story full of stories, stories, Story is not, teen stories .... Story is updated quickly and support read on all devices such as mobile or tablet. Email: hello@sstruyen.com.vsay, suakhoaoto.com.vn, novels, teenagers, gifts, event companies, delicious, cheap car keys, lock safes , make piaggio car keys
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Love On My Side

Author: Emily Giffin

Chapter 17
I can not remember how I responded to Leo's first question; Only know that we have successfully avoided to have any discussion about our relationship, or how it ended, or anything really private, for a very long time. long flight. Instead we go on safer topics like movies and music, travel and work. It's the type of talk when we first meet someone we want to understand better - or a friend has not seen for so long. We maintain a conversation on superficial issues, but there is also a hidden gulf hidden beneath, a natural flow of questions and answers, marked by silent letters. long drop. Those moments are really relaxed, so much so that we are completely drifting back into intimate feelings.
Everything went very innocently, when I finished about a photo shoot near my belt in the Adirondacks. "It's great to shoot in a small town, local people," I say, "people who are deeply attached to their land ... are so beautiful ..."
My voice narrowed as I felt Leo's gaze. When I turned to Leo, he said, "I really love my job, right?" His voice was so full of admiration that I felt my heart tremble.
"Yes," I whispered. "Yes."
"You can see that today ... I really like watching you work."
I smile, trying to resist the desire to tell him that I also enjoy watching him during the interview. Instead, I let him continue.
"Interesting," he said, almost speaking to himself. "In some ways you seem to be the same Ellen you know, but on the other hand ... you seem so different."
I wonder exactly what you judge based on what, since since going through that intersection we talk less than an hour. However, I suddenly realized that my feelings about Leo were changing, and I suddenly thought that not every story was two-sided, but that those versions could change over time.
I watched Leo take a sip from his gingerbread and suddenly found himself through his eyes. Before and now The two portrays are extremely opposed to one another. I have a glimpse of who I was beforeThis - a orphaned, isolated, poor girl, strangers to a big city, struggling to find her identity, another identity far from her oppressive hometown, with her My experience with a bright college student, my dear friend. I saw myself in my first love, and I saw that absolute love - or Leo - seemed to be my answer. lie. I have all that I want - energetic, deep, strong - and being with me makes me feel at least a little bit of the direction of all that. But the more I cling to that relationship, the more I became more precarious. That day seemed to be completely Leo's fault, but looking back, I could see that I had to take responsibility too. At least I also find out why I become less attractive to you. I think of Leo's comments late, about how much he has upgraded himself. Maybe it was true, but I could also see that I did not value myself properly. It was a lethal combination that made our breakup inevitable. "Yes. I'm happy to think I've had some change, "I said at last, as more moments in that relationship dragged on in me - things I had overlooked or simply forgotten. I remember, for example, how much Leo loved a good discussion, and how his face got irritated when I did not give him any idea. I remember your frustration because I was lacking in independence, my anger with my tendency to escape or challenge my challenge - both in work and in thought. " More things to do to grow up ... A lot of things in life to see for yourself, "Leo said, confirming that I was not the only one thinking about our relationship. I hesitantly say. Have you learned everything? "" Some things, "he said. "But life is a long journey, do you understand?" I nodded, thinking of my mother. Another moment passed, while I realized that for the first time since meeting Leo on the jury, I could no longer have to put him in the middle of the time we were together. a narrow format too. You are not the man of my dreams, the perfect man I used to worship; He is not a scoundrel, but Margot always has the ability to describe as a fox; Really not any of them. He was just a man who did not suit me at the time. No more, no less. "I must be very tired," Leo said after a long silence. "I'll let you sleep a bit." "That's okay," I said. "I'm talking again ..." I could hear Leo's smile as he answered me. "Once upon a time, I always said that ..." How many things hit my head in that moment - all the things that should not and half should not say that I nearly burst out. Instead, I changed the story and asked what I wanted to know since seeing him at the crossroads. "Card. I'm going to date with that? "I kept my face calm while the man waited for the

answer, fearing a wave of jealousy that I absolutely did not want to feel. But when he nodded, I just felt light, even when I imagined it was a pretty foreign girl, a seductive charm, and a great personality, charismatic. Cuong. Women's style as in the song "Femme Fatale" of the band Velvet Underground by diva Nico. I imagined that she had a plane license and could drink tequila and boys, but at the same time knew how to knit Leo's sweater and cook with at least three different types of olive oil. She's soft, with long legs and long sleeves, and looks like she's in her nightgown as well as wearing a white T-shirt with Leo's shorts. "That's great," I said, a little too excited. I have ... it ... seriously? "" I think so ... We've been dating for years ... "he said. Then he surprised me by putting my hand in my purse and pulling out a picture of her. Leo does not give me the impression of the guy to have a girlfriend in his wallet, and certainly not the one that pulls it off. But I was even more astonished when I turned on the light hanging on my head and looked down to see a pretty blonde girl next to a large cactus. "What is her name?" I said, observing the pair. Carol, "he said. I recalled the name in my head, thinking that she looked real like Carol's name. Healthy, simple, kind. "She was pretty," I say, giving him back the picture. It seems to be justified - it's the only thing - to comment. Push the photo back in your wallet and nod in a way that lets me understand that you agree with my assessment, but do not see it. Her image is very interesting or important at all. However, despite her normal appearance, in me