Sunset

Al final de cada día, no eres el mismo, vi el atardecer más hermoso de mi vida. Realmente impresionante, en lugar de, dejarme respirar y disfrutarlo, mi cita? Sinceramente, no puedo decir si era una cita. Awkward no es la palabra. El hombre conducía raged, whined, fured and moaned about anything and everything that was going wrong prattled facts insisting he would not repeat them. ¡Genial! No les pedí. Avergonzado por mí que "mi trabajo" era ser 'esto o eso' nunca cambiar el tono todavía desagradeciendo la rabia, dijo "Estás haciendo bien, por cierto" no puedo estresar lo suficiente como no trabajo para él. Mientras que en la montaña una dulce pareja vieja se acurrucaba en una manta, como gente normal, me hizo tomar una foto, dijo que lo hice increíble. Me paseaba sola tomando la belleza solo. El hombre que decidió que había hecho demasiado no era romántico. Lo encontré sentado en el coche todavía claramente asustado. Me sorprendió que pude encontrar la chaqueta en su maletero. Luego condujo en un tour, no pedí y me quejé de tener que hablar y decirme sobre las cosas que me estaba mostrando. ¿No quieres? No. Raged cuando hice preguntas. Cálleme si he mencionado algo. Ragedme por pensar "Lo sé todo" porque escuché podcasts. Quiero ver y hacer las cosas de las que he oído, disfrutarlas en buena compañía. No quiero hacerlos con alguien que ni siquiera le gusto y no puede ser molestado con la decencia común.

At the end of every day, no you are the same, I saw the most beautiful sunset of my life. Truly breathtaking, rather than, let me breathe and enjoy it, my date? Honestly, I can't tell if it was a date. Awkward isn't the word. The man drove raged, whined, pissed and moaned about anything and everything that was going wrong prattled off facts insisting he wouldn't repeat them. Cool! I didn't ask for them. Raged at me that "my job" was to be 'this or that' never changing tone still plainly decrying rage, he said " YOU'RE DOING FINE, BY THE WAY" I can't stress enough how I don't work for him. While on the mountainside a sweet old couple cuddled up on a blanket, like normal people, had me take a picture, said I did amazing. I wandered around by myself taking in the beauty ALONE. The man who decided he'd done too much wasn't romantic in the least. I found him seated in the car still clearly freaking out. Snapped at me that i was able to find the jacket in his trunk. He then drove on a tour, I didn't ask for and complained about having to speak and tell me about the things he was showing me. Don't want to? DON'T. Raged when I asked questions. Shut me down if I mentioned anything at all. Raged at me for thinking "I know everything" because I listened to podcasts. I want to see and do the things i've heard about,enjoy them in good company. I don't want to do them with someone who doesn't even like me and can't be bothered with common decency.

“She painted sunsets all the time, said there was no such thing as an ugly one. You're too bad about this one”