The Power Of The Subconscious

The Story

In fact, I don't even know why I'm writing, but I'll pour out my soul. This is a man who is in my mind 24 hours a day. We are from a small town, we all know each other. The man in question (then still a boy) and I knew each other, we stood at the same table, briefly and in the same company. I liked him as a man, but nothing more. Then at the age of 24 (I was 18) he went to work abroad. From time to time there was news about him that he was well established, made money and had no intention of returning to Bulgaria. I don't know why I thought about him many times, I dreamed that we are in love and we love each other, when I woke up it was strange. It's been 8 years, and I've been thinking about him more and more often, and I really wanted to see him. One night I went out with my friends to the only disco we had then. Shortly before we left, I went to the bathroom. Opening the door ... . I push him ... the man I kept thinking about. He stared at me, I at him ... 5sec pause .. a wide and sincere smile on his face .. "wow is that you, you have become a real woman, a beauty". I ... I can't describe the feeling, some supreme happiness, warmth, protection ... I saw everything in this man, he had become even more beautiful, masculine ... We hugged somehow by inertia, because we are never super close, that even to embrace. He pulled me by the arm in a corner away from the noise and the crowd and we started talking about each other - how are you, where are you, do you work, children and other things. I was ashamed to look at him and talk, I don't know what happened to me. He asked for my number and said he would call me tomorrow to see you and talk. I couldn't believe it that only a few days ago I did not stop thinking about this man, at least I hoped that I would see him again someday, and what happened tonight ... I barely slept at night, my phone rang early in the morning - he- " come on jump out of bed I'll take you for coffee "God, it wasn't a dream, I think. However, at that time I was a student in the neighboring town and I had to go there. I told him to leave him for another day, but he wanted to see me and take me to another city. We left, we reached my apartment, I lived there with 4 other girls.

We decided not to go for coffee, but to drink in the apartment. We drank coffee and talked about things together, because my roommates were there too. He stagnated a lot, we started fooling around tonight to do a disco and so on. I'm happy that there is a chance to stay, I told him that having rooms is not a problem and drinking to stay here. I told him if he was tired he should rest on the other side. He lay down, I was doing some of my things, I went into the room to get something and he said in a kind and quiet tone to me "sit with me for a while, I couldn't be happy with so many people, let's talk". I sit by the bed and stare into my arms in shame. He lifts my chin and asks "tell me now what is happening to you, in detail" .... I do not reveal at all that I have any sympathy, that I have thought about him ... I will never forget his warm look and the words that said "do you know how many times I think of you, how I imagined that when I came back I would see you, I just prayed you were free. I liked you a lot before you left, but you were with someone else."

He stroked my cheek, smiled, and turned, and I left the room and my eyes filled. I fell in love ... right now, I tell myself how it's possible ... I didn't stop thinking about him, he thought about me, is it magic, is it the power of the subconscious, is it a coincidence ... what is it. I was like hypnotized, like a dream, like déjà vu ... We went out to a disco in the evening, he, me, one of my roommates and his friend came. I drop something on the ground and bend down to pick it up as I stand up, as if waiting for me to stand up and kiss me ... very tenderly, like a man in love. However, I do not reveal my feelings with anything. I don't know why, I was just waiting, or fear ... I don't know. We went home, went to bed in a twin room. We are both silent, and I am dying to hug him, to feel him. After a while he yells at me "it's not going to happen, come hug me, I'm not going to touch you (in the other sense) I just want to caress your hair, that long black hair of yours, then he sent me and at the door he just squeezed me, so hard, when he let go he looked at me and his eyes cried, but like a strong man he just shook me by the shoulders, told me not to cry, kissed me hotly and in an instant turned and he left ... I stayed like that for maybe an hour and I didn't stop crying. So much sadness, I had never felt ... For two days I did not get out of bed, I just roared and roared, my roommates saw each other in a child. When he arrived that evening, he called me. I cried and said it was very hard for me. And it was hard for him ...

To be continued ... For two days I did not get out of bed, I just roared and roared, my roommates saw each other. When he arrived that evening, he called me. I cried and said it was very hard for me. And it was hard for him ... To be continued ... For two days I did not get out of bed, I just roared and roared, my roommates saw each other. When he arrived that evening, he called me. I cried and said it was very hard for me. And it was hard for him ...

To be continued ..

Last Updated
July 28, 2020
Author:
ledalotharia

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