He is intelligent and courageous. He should come out of this without too much difficulty, from his nervous affections, from his behavioral troubles and from his psychic conflicts.
Only here, once again are that feelings making me blind, I do not recognize that it is not my responsibility. The madness of his unhappiness is too complex, as everything to everyone will you tell me! Himself, asked me to do intern, once, twice, three times he is exhausted. I think he also makes me mad again.
Provided he does not commit suicide at my home!
I know it seems to you and is very selfish of me as thinking that.
But think two seconds, okay one for you!
How many times has this attitude will have saved your bet? On the other hand, all things considered, we are all selfish. Even if we get nothing directly or indirectly to an altruistic action we get the satisfaction of having made it. Ultimately, all our actions are selfish.
Of course abuse, use and weary ones you truly cherish, then think to show them that you care about them ...
My King returns me nothing, he takes, he catches, he sucks everything I put too readily at his disposal. My hearing, my help, my affection, my tenderness, my love, he enjoyed everything. I'm his father, his mother, his brother, his shepherd's staff that he does not spare. He hits me, slaps me, twists me, leaves me, finds me, tortures me by risking his life with his behavior at high risk. I obviously talked to him and told him yet forbidden to attend some mire of our society, of course ... Misfortune does not always excuses everything. But for him, he's not my son, my brother, my candy cane ... and therefore does not have to obey me!
Somewhere deep inside, I know that my commitment to free will said me he was not totally wrong. Forbidden to forbid! He must live his own experiences, good or bad, to grow and to empower, answer the call of freedom.
As age, he turns out really gay and takes it very well. I recommend him to stay alert, to be careful and to protect himself mentally and physically to preserve his existence. As any Lolito that respects himself, he is moody but frank and sincere. He even made me show some sign of respect by staying a friend. However some of the pitfalls of life are worse than one-person mines hidden in the sand of life, his risk practices are catching him up.
He tells me that he has contracted AIDS.
My King is dying ...
Human nature does not change, it evolves, and again, very slowly, too slowly!
Death of my romantic illusions? Death of the romantic whom slumbers in me... I do not believe it more than you, I hope. Only hope, this universal cataplasm, allows us to do the mourn what happened, and walk away with enough heart balm to new singing horizons:
Rain drops are falling on my head, and yes I know after the rain, comes the sunshine, and I have got all my time ...