But I already loved you when I met you. I loved your way of smiling, telling me that he not cried, take me by the hands and kissing my fingers. It was the first and only time that I felt my heart beating in such manner and with such intensity. Forever we had separated a great distance in all directions, and this dream was different. High, burly and pleasant to hold. I hubierda been dreaming in your arms forever, dreaming that it couldn’t end look at Me surprised, perhaps uncomfortable, and you whisper one I love to ear, knowing that you don’t feel the same for me.
Sorry I say. And no matter, precious, because I’ll already go me. The rest will remain zero and one, and then as everything will be as if nothing had happened, but I know that I can have memories. And I love you even if I won’t see you again, but now I want an eternal moment. Your rib cage widens and desensancha, conform you inhale and exhale air. I give you a kiss on the cheek and the mine reddening.
Okay, you loose, precious. Lush eyebrows, brown skin, brown hair, outlandish factions but to me the most striking all unreal. My touch or feel. You were not only a zero and one, the if? of the phone were not false and the photos were not doctored. It was the second time I met you. . * Nara: original author and source of the article