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For ten days I've spent to build a small corner of your soul, so polished by every experience. You've taken care of every detail, from the warmth until color (green science fiction) . Have you worried that will keep you warm, for making me laugh, they enjoy in every way, you cared for me even happier doing pancakes.
I have mixed the words, I get a lump in my throat when I remember my eyes and bitter tides guess whenever I recall the feel of your skin or taste of your essence. I still burns the skin when I get into my your bed and ul pieces of your smell scams I stick to the body, such as spectral flames created for torturar.me.
The picture of your dark eyes drilling neurons and causes me to believe that anytime you open up the door to my room and you lie in bed, inviting me to a furtive embrace. Unwittingly, he gave me peace with your warm breath to nap time. I knew you were there with me. It occurred to me you'd always like surrendering to the darkness of the dream world. I tried to memorize your
silhouetted the shadow that covered us always, so distant yet so close ... No matter that we are trapped in the street or in Tetuan Catholic Monarchs, because you automatically make a plan for the city when you cahead and I guiabas for each lane, in the opposite direction to where others walked. And being out of place was never so sweet.
a coffee at Starbucks, a visit to the Fnac and the McDonald's, as always would be. As if we were eternal. Then came the dawn, the silence, the pictures of the Death Eaters of Great Power, the presence of all these people quietly impressed us so much ... And the mint, what a laugh (and how sick) .
And how we took advantage of the opportunities ... Remember the Sabbath, right? It was beautiful, and how they laughed at me the tears as the movie days ago. Since that night, by Gerardo, for you, by the end ... I did not want you to go for the world. CHTM
LXC not imagine how it was on Sunday ... And now ... now I miss you, your iPod, your notions of Photoshop, unwanted visits from my sister, the storm that scared us and rain that calmed us down ...
Everything was fine a few days ago, and now everything was ruined. No more magic.
But it was perfect.
I have mixed the words, I get a lump in my throat when I remember my eyes and bitter tides guess whenever I recall the feel of your skin or taste of your essence. I still burns the skin when I get into my
The picture of your dark eyes drilling neurons and causes me to believe that anytime you open up the door to my room and you lie in bed, inviting me to a furtive embrace. Unwittingly, he gave me peace with your warm breath to nap time. I knew you were there with me. It occurred to me you'd always like surrendering to the darkness of the dream world. I tried to memorize your
silhouetted the shadow that covered us always, so distant yet so close ... No matter that we are trapped in the street or in Tetuan Catholic Monarchs, because you automatically make a plan for the city when you cahead and I guiabas for each lane, in the opposite direction to where others walked. And being out of place was never so sweet.
a coffee at Starbucks, a visit to the Fnac and the McDonald's, as always would be. As if we were eternal. Then came the dawn, the silence, the pictures of the Death Eaters of Great Power, the presence of all these people quietly impressed us so much ... And the mint, what a laugh
And how we took advantage of the opportunities ... Remember the Sabbath, right? It was beautiful, and how they laughed at me the tears as the movie days ago. Since that night, by Gerardo, for you, by the end ... I did not want you to go for the world. CHTM
LXC not imagine how it was on Sunday ... And now ... now I miss you, your iPod, your notions of Photoshop, unwanted visits from my sister, the storm that scared us and rain that calmed us down ...
Everything was fine a few days ago, and now everything was ruined. No more magic.
But it was perfect.
