I’d like to say your name every morning and tell you “Have a nice day sweetie” before you go outside. *Insert her name hear* it’s a name that makes me feel so peaceful but, it excites me too. Every time that I hear it. How much I desire be at your side, not for incommode you even not for talking. Just for contemplate yourself, your beautiful face or the way that you look the things that you like or that makes you feel something. It takes me out of breath.
I know… you’re not looking at me but, I love to see that pretty smile that goes with it. It’s a mystery for me to know what it’s inside of your heart because, you were so rationalist. And now ¿Are your looking passions or memories? I don’t know… but, I’m dying to discover it.
¿How beautiful will you look in a flower dress and a margarite in your hair? Outdoors. Smiling to the sun. You’ll look so amazing. God! I can’t believe that I’m feeling this. I’m confused. I used to think that for be sure that you like someone you have to knew all of she. But, now I know that love does not come in that way. Of course, you can tell me that I can love so many things, that it does not mean too much.
An action, writing for you, thinking about you every day, wanting to give you something about me that only you can keep. Those are still words. Words that reflects my thoughts on physical. One chance ¿How I can get one? I would like to know the answer…