At some point in our lives some of us may have a relationship that travels between the face and the unreal.

His position, bending the rules and expanding our horizons.

But it can also be a place that breaks your heart.

Many years ago there was a place for me.

A "free soul", which I shared a place with a one of a kind lady named Christina.

If our lives can be likened to the stars traveling through space.

Then life Christina was like a ghost of the comet that came a call to an unknown orbit.

Tall, athletic and dangerous Sexy.

Christina was the work of beauty that the ancient could easily be taken for what deity worship.

Its beach blonde Swiss braid hanging like vines temptation in the Garden of Eden it ..

And with a piercing cobalt eyes a pair that would illuminate, like a cat in the night ..

It was part of Athena Hunter.

Part of the Aphrodite of desire.

And it's good or bad.

All American.

Christina, of course, can give any girl, I saw a SERIOUS run for the money in the looks department.

And she knew it too.

Accordingly, Christina, that's all too sought after power to be able to have any man she wanted.

But, as I was to learn later ..

Any type of power are handled correctly ..

Can damage lives.

And unfortunately the story of Christina was no exception to the rule.

Christina is often given to the temptations of power and cunning to open the gate to her body of a man who just wanted to play the game.

But regardless of who the "enemy" was ..

It was always clear in her mind, who is a real winner.

As her friend I'm just a neutral observer is initially lateral line to all this.

My young ideas of "freedom of speech" in conjunction with my liberal indoctrination of Christina saw as a perfectly normal part of the "scene".

However, must have at least one guardian angel hanging over my shoulder telling me to keep my distance, and not to get romantically involved.

Since this is usually where the story ends.

But this did not happen.

Because no matter how strange it was Christina, who were chasing me.

And unlike the men she played with her playful approach to me were sincere.

Christine comet indeed.

I know that the ancients used to treat the arrival of a comet as a bad omen.

And perhaps there is some truth in that, for many men, that was cast with Christina.

She always knew what she was doing when she walked into the room with a pair of ebony studs treats and no less dangerous body hugging sequined cocktail dress that would have been right at home in any high roller in Las Vegas.

Her arrival may mean a single reservation for women in Heatbreak Hotel.

But because of our special friendship, which I always saw the arrival of a comet Christina, how strangely beautiful thing.

Technically, the comet just a body of ice, which glows bright tail it moves closer to the sun.

And Christina was so small because she is a funny habit of becoming more energy each time she was around.

I really loved that .. and ultimately it, too, as a close friend.

At first glance, Christine, and I'm always connected to some inter-dimensional emotional level. She is always looking for personal advice and insight, and I was always more than happy to share what I know with her.

But beyond that there is a deeper spiritual connection for us both that neither could easily understand.

We both had our very separate lives.

But it seems that we would like to restore some strange coincidence level, which always seemed to rejuvenate us.

It was funny then, that this relationship was almost physical.

There is no deeper connection we shared was something called the absolute recognition.

All the masks that we wear due to daily life, were thrown to the side every time we met and enjoyed laughing at each other.

I will never forget this time just because they felt incredibly free.

One minute we would be happy geeks to chew on a bowl of popcorn, talking about UFOs and the deep underground bases.

And the next minute we could improvise a method actor, what would it be like to have two magical trees in the forest.

No halucinagenics .. no alcohol .. nothing ..

Just 2 adults drunk on ambrosia of life to behave like children, and the life of the imagination, that was a mix of Walter Mitty, A Midsummer Night shot and Alice in Wonderland thrown in for good measure.

Yes, it was that special.

And it was just one of those rare moments in life when some of us get a chance to raise his middle finger to salute the convention and push the boundaries of what our life.

But like all stories ..

All good things must come to an end.

Because every shiny lock will almost certainly have their own dungeons below.

For Christine it was a sad case.
(End of part 1)
Listen
To Latin