Bernie, rough sleeper

Bernie (the lazy eyed rough sleeper) became friends with Caroline at  frist. They were both running the streets and I worked in a tailor and alteration shop and hated it. I did not know anything about tailoring but the owner Richard felt sorry for me and gave me the job anyway.After I got off work at seven in the evening I used to go and meet up with Caroline in front of Bayswater station. One evening she stood talking to a guy that was about my height. He had redish hair and a lazy eye. He still was pretty handsome but I didn’t like him. I thought he was annoying. After a couple of days he made me laugh. He stated that I didn’t like him at first and he wanted to know why. I didn’t have a answer for him. From then on I did like him. He fell in love with me but I never allowed myself to admit that I had  a crush on him too. That’s my problem. I am always worried what other people think of the people I like. I couldn’t bring home a homeless irish gypsy. I’m sorry but I just couldn’t.


About thoughtsaboutart

My name is Melanie and I am a 24 year old woman living in the south of Sweden. I love writing and reading on my spare time and the reason I choose to have this blog in english is so I can meet new people/writers/bloggers. Sweden is a great country but the people can be a bit boring at times so if you want a european blogger friend then here I am. I live in Malmöö and I've lived here since I was 15 years of age. Before that I lived in a cottage in the woods with my english dad and swedish mum and two siblings. Sometimes I want to move out to the country side but then I remember I don't have a driving license and I realise I have to live in the city.
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