dinner for two.
hold me tight.
Saturday, March 5, 2011
Repair Airsoft Thompson M1a1 Clip
very, very strong.
call me love.
perdónamelo everything.
make me forget the bad, rain, boring classes.
Laugh with my crying baby nonsense.
mad me again. buy me pizza, jelly beans to bring me home.
let me break my head thinking about a place to dine for in the end I always say Fosters, no? . Clear.
get me stronger hand while driving. kiss me at traffic lights without worrying if someone comes back.
look at me and understand, finally, my Loubser are like for you the Audi TT (or any car you fancy now.)
recognizes that it can not do anything as Johnny. and I let you look at Angelina
lustful eyes when we go to see The Tourist.
that yes, I care for you more, I go out less. for you I left the coffee. because you hate the taste so bitter.
thanks. happier to do so many seconds of my life. to change for me. to defend both.
maybe you should say it more often, but you know, I'm very proud of you.
love your father and see how much you love your sister makes you even more irresistible.
because I love those "every day i see more beautiful, I think I'm falling."
love your air of cockiness, your Borderías, your grand movements that great heart enclosing fragile. you want as anybody, and that costs be loved.
appears to pride but sometimes breaks inside.
watching me while I sleep and strokes my hair when I pretend to be asleep.
and the 97 on your wrist.
and you know you're the one that makes me smile to exhaust every muscle in my face, and mourn until exhaustion on the second. I hope things are
age. for now, I still worthwhile.
A year and a half each night give talks for much.
nine quarters and eight hours together every day is a lot of tension.
because you as the cute Lizzie McGuire, and loved me like Gordon.
but your gestures, your looks, your passion, is closer to the leading men of those old movies that I love so much.
through your eyes, admit it, the more slanted than mine.
by that mischievous look in your photos of children, as I see every morning when I woke up.
because they do not know who is Anna Karenina but sometimes use words I do not know completely. and so every day you amaze me.
admire because Sergio Ramos. I Anna Wintour. and nor do I know anything about him, not you anything about it. but no matter.
and when I sleep, I can not sleep. I think of you and hold tight to your sweatshirt.
have no date, and almost any photo.
nobody trusted in us.
I did things I swore I would not forgive anyone ever. said I missed you more than anyone.
morning we slept together umpteenth time.
if I have to list the best times of my life, our motorcycle trips with her hair and skirt uniform wind remote parts of the city would certainly be among them.
like so many of our moments together.
want to make you happy. I woke up one day and see me more. yes, with those wrinkles of expression of many laughs with you. and suddenly notice something warm on my shoulder. and feel your breathing slow hugging her waist.
please do not let go ever.
Bi.
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