Remember the first time with him or her?
The looks, the anxiety of not knowing but perhaps yes, the hands that touch, that he came up with an excuse, you who always finds a way to close sederglisi ever nearer, a film that neither of them will remember, he who approaches his head, and the first excited emozionantissimo kiss. You come home. He writes that it was wonderful to get lost in her eyes.
... sigh ...
There are ever days when you would like to replicate this (or similar) to infinity? Where would you like to revise that look? So much to hear you still say that he or she loses a look?
I know, is deeply "Pink cloud" and then there are things that are true, deep, the gestures of daily demonstrations, serenity, things done together, the projects that he is preparing the broth if you have a fever and that the Russian bear with his nose as a rate closed, that you listen to heavy digestion of the stomach and prepares him unfit chamomile ... if this is not love ... but I do not know what is missing and then sometimes you want something like Richard Gere in Pretty Woman, so just to remind you that fairy tales exist (by the way: I preferred the hotel manager in Gere businessman and regular at the sidewalk !)... He comes with an elegant bouquet of red roses, you as a perfect girl at the debutantes' ball, he who looks and says, "I'm still madly in love with you."
Yes okay, I dreamed a bit '... lacked the powder to fall from the sky with stars .. but is so deeply romantic ...
other ... sigh ...
sighing and sighing that it is better this morning or I'll stay stuck in the honey of this post!
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