Hi people! I love you
Hi, it's Luna and, I Love You
!!!!! I was a little rude to you… as soon as I joined the list I received a "welcome" so tasty ... and I didn't even answer, right? but the truth is that I love you, all
It was just quiet ... just reading what you were writing ... I'm really sorry ...
Well, I “chat with Cláudius” almost every day through the icq and it was he who put me here, we met in the small room of HIV from UOL.
Well, I will start my presentation:
I have 22 years, I was born and live here in São Paulo and dating, almost 5 years ago, Paulo who is 26 years old and is HIV positive. And I never tire of telling him: I Love You!
We had just completed a year of dating… we were returning from a hot trip to Camburiú and we had decided that we wanted to get married; everything was fine… for the first time we were really well, without crises… .and I had (or believed) overcoming the problems we went through because he was gay… or rather, found himself bisexual with me, because I was his first wife… I was I never really got over it, but it was hard to hear the jokes of the heteros and the poison of the gays.
But I had overcome everything and everyone, faced everything and everyone, especially my mother, who, of course, was against dating; nobody understood what had happened to us… after all, we were friends, we boiled nights and nights in gay clubs and how can a gay man fall in love with a woman?
And how can a woman fall in love with a gay?
I remember Lunaluz, I remember…. You were riding a very high wave, and he too!
Misunderstanding? Can Love Be Confused With An Unfortunate Misunderstanding?
This way they said, were we not confusing things?
So, nobody understood ...! And even us, but the fact is that we had been together for a year and loving each other like crazy, and each day we loved each other more and more, and much more than more!
And still we got over the joking, poisonous questions and escambau, with so much poison!
And also, ugly questions like this:
So, how do you do it? Who is "the man" in this relationship ... See, you might be wondering:
How could they have endured so much hell?
But the truth is that… ..in the end… .we would live in peace…. And we live in peace
Until a colleague of ours needed for blood donors, would have surgery and went there, good!!
Great chance to do that hiv test so I can start taking pills… how beautiful… being able to have sex without a condom…
I went to get my test, I even had a fright!
I read Positivo..but it was just my O + blood, what a beauty ... everything NEGATIVE! But his..ué?
He was not ready.
The attendant said that she had “had a problem” with his sample and that she needed a new collection… ah… okay, they said it was too much “fat” in the blood… I forgot about it, but he was worried and did the new one collect…
I remember it as if it were today… that hot afternoon… I was in a beautiful mood and he came in with a strange face and saying that he needed to be serious with me, he locked the bedroom door and handed me a card… I read: POSITIVE w / hepatitis, HIV and HTLV… It was the result of the exams ……. …… .I don't know what gave me, I didn't believe… .but it was there… written, for a second it even crossed my mind that it was a joke… but when I saw his eyes I realized that it was not… .the first thing that came to me my head went to ask if he still wanted to marry me… .i was afraid that he wanted to get away from me… we hugged, kissed and made love… means to prove to ourselves that nothing had changed…
From that day forward began martyrdom.
I thought he would die tomorrow, in the first flu ... I cried and suffered quietly ... I couldn't let anyone out since I didn't want anyone but me to know ... there were several confirmatory tests and I realized that I could be contaminated ...
Since that trip to Camburiú I took pills and we didn't use condoms during the 8 days we were there….
I still had to wait 4 months to repeat the exam ... anguish ... that's all I felt ...at the time I wanted to give my positive test..was very confused and thought that he would suffer less if I was positive too so that he would not be alone or feel less than me… ..that nonsense…. even though God is sensible and did not listen to my requests…. Anyway… I suffered… and a lot… but I started to research AIDS, I was looking for reports, I was interested in the subject, but he… .nothing… .. didn’t touch the subject… until I found the HIV room in the area… and everything changed… I met a lot of people ... I realized that things were different ... I received a lot of support and managed to vent the three years of pain and anguish that I went through, it was only from there that we were able to talk about the bug without that lump in the throat ...
Today, we are great… .I am positive, I am positive… less in the blood, which was the only place that the bug didn’t get me and he’s fine, he doesn’t need to take medicine, CV low… CD4 high… beauty, much healthier, much better than that old and careless seronegative… and much more beautiful….
Anyway ... this is my story for you to know a little about me ...
Luna disappeared and I never knew anything about her again ...
The fact is that we disagreed a slightly ill-fated meeting where I was rude and I believe, so she started to avoid me.
Me and my blunders ...
Days after I edited this text Lunaluz wrote me and gave the address of her email to me to write. I do not know that Pataquiva I did I could not respond to email and, unfortunately, the contact was lost.
Luna, if you see this text again, please contact us.
I very much regret these misunderstandings