I became older. I notice when walking, working, to dream, by showering and even breathing. And not me. Begin to be two. However I individualize. I almost, almost, as the marriage of mother and father (two in one, one composed of two physical entities). They love each other and, reflectively. So. So are you turning to another and first person plural pronoun. You make me smile and my discomfort is wildly your sorrow.
want if you do not know if you'll like it. I do not know if you will. I do not know if you will read it anyway. I just want to say that for me, nos. Would like to make you understand I do not want to leave my side. Well, I would be stuck to one corner pared.Con free to will. The other is yours now. Sorry, is ours.
some time ago talking with a friend who claimed to have experienced his coming of age alongside their actual sexual onset. Others, as stipulated by law, the reach to a particular numerical figure in national identity. And in my case, it is at this point: When the bow priorities and your happiness is part of my joy. I love to watch you sleep as well (not that I want to leave out the idea.)
have bulging eyes and my soul shattered scattered about your knowledge. Your lips are certifying my animal nature. And your hands are melting my ice cubes in hot blood.
And it is funny because although I'm embarrassed, I can not help it. Go down the street, being in college, lie on the bed, wash up daily and even enjoy every breath of air with your presence in my senses and believed.
And it is more outrageous if possible, because every morning dawns with my head larger or more distributed your presence. No explanation but, to notice when walking, working, to dream, to take a shower and even to breathe every time I notice you close and complete.
I discovered that this wanting to be like a tree that never ceases to grow if it remains watered each day with love and wisdom (the latter with human exceptions). I am older, I started to harvest and I won the daily bread, but the food of my thoughts.
(We want)
want if you do not know if you'll like it. I do not know if you will. I do not know if you will read it anyway. I just want to say that for me, nos. Would like to make you understand I do not want to leave my side. Well, I would be stuck to one corner pared.Con free to will. The other is yours now. Sorry, is ours.
some time ago talking with a friend who claimed to have experienced his coming of age alongside their actual sexual onset. Others, as stipulated by law, the reach to a particular numerical figure in national identity. And in my case, it is at this point: When the bow priorities and your happiness is part of my joy. I love to watch you sleep as well (not that I want to leave out the idea.)
have bulging eyes and my soul shattered scattered about your knowledge. Your lips are certifying my animal nature. And your hands are melting my ice cubes in hot blood.
And it is funny because although I'm embarrassed, I can not help it. Go down the street, being in college, lie on the bed, wash up daily and even enjoy every breath of air with your presence in my senses and believed.
And it is more outrageous if possible, because every morning dawns with my head larger or more distributed your presence. No explanation but, to notice when walking, working, to dream, to take a shower and even to breathe every time I notice you close and complete.
I discovered that this wanting to be like a tree that never ceases to grow if it remains watered each day with love and wisdom (the latter with human exceptions). I am older, I started to harvest and I won the daily bread, but the food of my thoughts.
(We want)
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