One shot - love remains

One shot - love remains

History of fantasy, the characters do not belong to me, no-profit, no real reference to their sexual orientation.

Homage to the title or better last film by Gus Van Sant, I suggest that, at face value without seeing it:-D

Soundtrack to listen to while you read, if you want;)

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=DzS4qQDjgH8


Colin Farrell pov

L.a. October 2011

Sometimes I wonder how I can be still so in love with you, Jared.
I'll be waiting for weeks, without even a decent phone, but only a few words, to say the very poor, compared to those of the past, I feel really lost now, with which I update on a shift unexpectedly or a new date this damn tour.
I know you love your job, the rest of this there are no disagreements between us, and we are committed to follow careful not to disappoint the expectations of others, but, as usual, we end up either at the bottom of the list for one another , postponing the opportunity to meet and be together, even though few, absurd hours.
Sometimes I do not know if you tell me, if you do ... just love sex, only that, I admit, as you say love hurts too much, even when we find it hard to believe.
So this is the love that remains?
The feeling that made us rediscover a year ago, my heart seemed to burst, our hearts, Jared, in that embrace in New York, where I finally believed my agony was over, without you, without us?
The months have flown by and now you're here, before me, in this unusual place.
I have a lump in my throat absurd, choking me, as I repeat that it is not logical to see it, that your life has other priorities, if you do not become mine, if you do not sit at the top of the pyramid of my mess ...
You are tough and ruthless, you know, I've always been in the crucial moments of our lives: I have supported and helped, but when it was time to sink your claws into my soul, have you heard tear the heart and eat it, as a beast thirsting for revenge, burned by the venom.
I made you suffer, I admit, but you, Jared, at least acknowledge how great was the excitement that has bound us forever.
Stop and look at me.
Look at me seriously now, fuck now!
I leave this session of yoga, good excuse not to be bothered by fans and paparazzi, but as you can 'worry about some bullshit in the world when there are troubles and loneliness, which in comparison to our situation, wipe out every tear or discomfort, making me understand once and for all that I'm too lucky, bringing my conscience is so much to make me ashamed to implode to the sense of guilt?
And 'as if suddenly all our limitations were sealed upon me like a train ...
I am alone, never mind, I go away, I just want to go away and not have to suffer the most: I'm just a little man, in the midst of great things, which is no longer able to appreciate, but I want things to change, with or without you .
Unfortunately, only you would be best, but if it should not be, then it's a way where I see only my shadow before me, then alongside, then follow the sun in the sky and you will remain in my memory.
Jared Goodbye ... goodbye.

THE END