We again hugged and kissed, as speech again has gone about sex, I trusted, I trusted. Very long he feared inflict me pain, he was gentle, long not dare do this, I even remember his eyes, touch, excitement, several times asked was whether indeed I have someone, after all all so narrow. We slept together, it was magical, it was as I want, he studied me for a long time, my neck and he enjoyed me. We couldn't get enough.
I lay on his shoulder, in his arms. Me so this lacked, we never slept until were together, he never gave me, speaking that sleep we can and separately. Why else would we be spending time together if we were sleeping?
On morning as always, work, Affairs. I always accompanied him he kissed gently, hugged. This is not the Tagir that was at night, rough, tough. Spanking, belt, rudeness, passion. No.
5 a date again was through day. I was off and went to the movies at night, half way home, he came to meet me to repeat me to the entrance, according to him.
We sat for a long time in the Park, where I took the first photo with him,I was in his Panama.
And our dancing at night. It's just total sex, he always said he couldn't, but he always danced with me. We listened to the music, his hands on my hips, he hugged, lifted, circled, moved with me in time, said how well I dance.
So, we sat for a long time in the Park talking, joking. Everything was fine.
He came to my house saying he'd split a little bit and leave. We kissed were lying, hugging each other. We were good. Although I felt good, I saw his eyes but I can't answer for him.
He wanted to leave at night, but I offered to set the alarm and put a little bit. He agreed, I so well never slept my God. I was practically lying on top of him. It was so beautiful.
We overslept, I woke him up, Packed up and left. Today he had to leave to relatives for 1000km, after all he has there Affairs. I asked you to try to get back to the beginning of October, on your birthday.
He said he was coming.
And until this in conversation, I told that food in Moscow and want there to live. On that several times heard that will come for me. I didn't believe it, but honestly it was nice.
He can't get away, so he comes to me at night. I fed him chicken, shrimp. And we were lying, we had sex again, wonderful. You know, I don't believe he would do that, that his words are empty. Because he talked. But apparently not did. He said that sex is not important, and we can not sleep and so on. I don't want to write anymore. But he left, and I decided not communicate. Not wrote him a few days, he himself began communication. I don't know what made me ask. Whether he has a wife in jest. To which I received an answer.
T: I couldn't tell you but I got married when I came to Dagestan. My conscience torments me, and so on. All those days I was there with you, I suffered. But I need one meeting, I'll explain everything to you. It's not what you think.
Of course I had tears, I cried for 2 weeks every night. I was just offended, I wrote to him, expressed, what received just wait I'll come and explain, I even sent him three letters, and he still said that we should meet and talk.
It hurt, the betrayal. Yes, even now something remains, is he really married. But despite all his requests for a meeting, he did not come. But we don't communicate.
The last correspondence was this:
T: One meeting, I'll explain everything to you, and then you decide what to do. But one meeting.
S: No, swear not to appear in my life.
T: I won't, because I know we'll see each other more than once.
S: then I'll finish it myself. I'm not there for you anymore.
T: Lost? I'll find you anyway and we'll talk.
You're the last person I wanted to hurt.
I blocked him everywhere, a few days later, I saw his photo that he had already returned from Dagestan, but did not even explain his behavior and words.
I just don't know why he came into my life, hurt me and left. I stopped eating, and it's scary, because at first it was because of stress, more than 2 weeks have passed, and my body does not perceive food, the other day from hunger I felt bad in transport, I had to go out. It's scary, I try to see one that didn't know, I don't know what to do with it, for days I can't eat, no desire. He about this knows, wrote me: - what trait you not eat and vast. That I'm sick.
I really needed him to come once, no more. I would simply despite in his eyes asked: why he this made? What for? Knowing that he's getting married soon, and if he didn't want to hurt me.
I can not describe all those moments, the situation that is in my memory, which I saw, heard or felt.
I don't know how interesting that story was. Or useful. I just shared my story, because I didn't tell anyone about it.
Why " The Wrong Dagestani?"- because he did not look like a Dagestani, not in appearance, not in character or behavior.
I always called him that.
Do not repeat my mistakes, do not believe your eyes and ears, only actions should speak of a man as a man.
It's been a month and he's gone. I can see from his Instagram that he's here in town, that he's having fun.
I just believed the wrong person, and despite all his requests for a meeting, which was about 30. He doesn't have time, though I think he's just a coward.
And I still almost do not eat, and try to build my life, solving problems that appear in my way.
The End.