one heart, one time englis

I ran my hand along the iron strings and the tones sounded by the cherry teat. I opened my mouth to the first line of my song to sing, but be did not pass my lips. He stopped me to be here, for they are saying. He did not lose me. I wanted to walk off the stage. So back to my house. Where he waited for me until I returned. Back to the normal world. This was the world of fans, money and glamor. But if I was not. He. But when I went home he would not. Because he continued to put his own music. That is the only thing separating us. Reluctantly I looked to the side. My manager allowed me to encourage me to proceed with the action. He saw the look in my eyes. I could not. There was something that stopped me. I knew what it was but I did not think. The last days of my tour were the hardest. The thought that I would see him again, hurting me. A pain that you will not feel as fast. But if you feel, you know what it is. My phone rang and I answered it. "Hello?" I heard a laugh every once in a void in my heart filled. "Hi." Just thought I stopped breathing and I was dying. There was a silence. "I miss you." I spent it with difficulty, and on the other hand, sounded soft giggles. "Justin, just forget it." Said a girl voice and then was hanged. My heart felt empty and abandoned again. He had another one. Since that day, all days heavier than normal. My manager dragged me through it. Without him I would not have met. The car stopped and I got out. I was almost blinded by all the flashes I responded. Without any feelings show I put on my Ray Ban and walked the final few meters to my house. The flashes were less and they were all gone when I closed the door behind me. My mother came over to me and gave me a hug. "Welcome home, honey." I nodded and walked into the kitchen where my father with a cup of coffee and the newspaper will at the table. "Hi, honey. How was it?" I shrugged my shoulders. "Terrible." My father put his head surprised kofie down and looked me from head to toe. "What is happening to you?" I made a gayhandje and giggled for a moment, onopmerkelijk. My father knew nothing of my head that I wanted, so he continued to read from his newspaper. To my parents had nothing. My mother thought I had some with Justin and my dad thought the same. If I will tell it out there, they totally freak. I had my guitar in my hand and I let my hand along the strings ironing. "Maybe it's better when you're with her, and not with meheeeeee." I looked at the tears that fell on my guitar. There was a knock at the door. I wipe my sleeve my tears from my eyes and tried to talk in a normal tone. "Inside." The crackling noise filled the room. "Am I interrupting?" My stomach jumped from nausea. The voice sounded so familiar. The emptiness in her heart was filled again but she knew she could not much with. "What are you doing here?" I asked bot without any emotion in my voice. "I," I glanced at the door. It was the only way out. Whether the window, but I would prefer not hurt myself. "I wanted to see. I missed you terribly." My eyes were filled at with tears. I played some notes of my new tune on my guitar. I quietly repeated the words I had said. "Maybe it's better when you're with her, and not with meheeheeheee." Justin came beside me and listened attentively. Maybe I missed this is the most. The time we spent together. Slowly he came closer. I felt his lips against mine. Moment I thought I was dreaming but then I forgot everything around me was. No. Shot it through my head. I pushed him off me. "No." Justin looked at me. He seemed not to understand. My brain creaked. Do I still like him, .. "But," Justin grabbed my hand. "You're weird," Before I knew it was out. Justin stood. He seemed angry and hurt. "I'm not strange." "Remember that conversation on the phone or not. Some woman told me that you had forgotten. And then she started to giggle over-happy." I shouted, as soon as it could but Justin was in my room weathered denen. There was a loud bang of the door and I hurried to the window. He walked with his skateboard in his hand on the sidewalk. His head hung forward. I had him hurt. He would never want me. I felt my pocket and pulled out a vibrating phone. "Betsy." Did I squeak. "I'm sorry. I had no way to go. But," It was Justin, the familiar Justin. "Never." I said and smiled. I went with my guitar in my hand and went into the garden under a tree. My hand went through the strings and I started a little haggling. "Klink else," Betsy looked up, Nick stood in the doorway. Slowly he walked towards me. "What?" "Just, you sounded so old work, different." I shrugged my shoulders and Nick sat next to me. "What are you doing here?" Nick looked at the white house, the house where I lived.