#romantic text

Dear Lovestar, I have shown you some of the sexy text messages I have sent my lover, Scorpio. Today, I’ll do more of it. I do this because it’s free content and for inspiration. Let me know if it helped. Feel free to copy me as long as you share these feelings for your person. I  believe the world would be a better place if we were all a little more romantic, and im just doing my part. This is…

Dear Lovestar, Scorpio men receive a type of attention from women that is so intense that it almost doesn’t make sense. It is true that they inspire a type of devotion in their girlfriends/ partners/ wives that it can feel like we’re addicted to them. However, Scorpio men also receive a lot of attention from their social media, dating site profiles, ex-girlfriends, friends, coworkers, random…

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She watches them with a fond smile. I don't really know her, but I can see that there's something nostalgic in her sight. 

I'm sitting in front of her, there's a fountain between us but, nonetheless, I'm in front of her.

She has long, blond and curly hair. It's being held at the side with colorful clips. She has a sweater on, it's pink, kind of subdued though. Her pants are high waisted and in camel colour, it matches her boots.

I'm looking at her from afar, because I don't know how to start a conversation. We are waiting for the same group of people, both of us arrived earlier, and now we are waiting for the rest. She doesn't know I'm here, she's too occupied seeing the children. I don't want her to see me either. If she comes to me, what would my mouth spit in favor of saying something? I would probably embarrass myself. 

When our group arrives, they walk towards her, and she changes her face, putting on a mask to appear as if she didn't spend twenty minutes watching the kids play on the verge of tears. I recognize that copying mechanism, because I do the same.

I stand up and walk towards them. When I say "Hi" she looks at me and smiles, and I don't know if they can't hear my heartbeat with how loud it's being.

We go to a nearby café, we had a reservation. I end up sitting beside her, and I feel like that is actually the best that could have happened to me. She says hi, she asks how I'm doing and I feel like I'm melting, I think I fall in love everytime I have the honor of spending her time. We talk briefly, but that's what I needed to feel like a goddess today. I feel powerful because she gives me power.

The day goes by, we talk, we laugh. I keep thinking of her nostalgic eyes on the park earlier. I feel bad, because I want to know what pains her, I want to know if I can make her see her pain with another eye. 

We gather our things, say goodbye and it turns out she is going to the same way as I am. She looks grateful, that she has someone to walk by.

She talks and I listen to her, she talks and I want to hold her hand so bad. She nips on her lip, and then look me in the eye to ask for my number, so we could talk more. She says that she knows who I am but she isn't close, but she wants to be close. I'm over the moon, I want her so bad. 

We start talking after that, and it feels magical. We fit like an intrinsicate puzzle, our interests overlap and we can talk for hours. Sometimes I go to sleep at 4am, because I can't stop sharing my thoughts and listening to hers.

I don't keep track of the time, but after a while, she asks me to go somewhere. I feel like it's a date, but I don't want to get my hopes up, in my mind, she would never date someone like me.

She is everything I want, I keep learning things about her and I can't get enough, she lifts me up, she makes me feel high.

I'm a lonely person, I'm a shy man, I'm a sad woman. But she paints me with colours, and I really like it. Maybe, if we end up together, she could mix her colors with mine, and we could make a beautiful autumn scenery.

She asks us to meet up, we've been talking for many months now. She sends me the location to the park where we met many months ago for a friend's birthday. I'm scared and excited and I don't know why.

She is waiting for me, she's sitting on the fountain.

I sit beside her, and listen to her. She has much to say, but the most important words that I listen to are "do you like me? Because… i think i really like you".

I can't answer that, I stare at her lips, then to her eyes. I ask for permission, for consent, because I want her to want me to kiss her. She nods, her eyes are sparkling and I've never been more in love.

The kiss is everything I've ever wanted and more.

We keep glued together, she confesses that she was also watching me that first time, but didn't know how to approach either. That she was feeling sad, remembering her younger sister, and her own childhood. But when she caught sight of me, trying hard not to be so evident in my staring, she felt kind of giggly, and that was her cue to start a conversation later.

She says to me, that I caught her attention at different reunions our friend organized, same as me, it seems. We were too shy, but I thanks to her for being the first one to make a move.

Me peguei pensando aqui, nossa história começou recentemente um livro em branco pronto para ser escrito. O que começou começo como uma brincadeira agora se tornou algo real e eu estou feliz com isso, mesmo sabendo que até uns meses atrás eu estava namorando e que ainda tenho um certo sentimento por essa pessoa, mesmo sabendo disso você decidiu ficar comigo.

Nem sempre as coisas sai como esperamos e não adianta amar demais alguém que não faz questão de está com você e coloca um ponto final em uma história que estava apenas no começo de uma maneira que não dá entender perfeitamente o porque. Há males que vem para o bem, como nosso namoro por exemplo.Temos uma amizade longa, confio muito, você é aquela pessoa que sempre esteve lá por mim, fatos esses que eu tinha receio de prejudicar por causa disso.

Temos muito oq viver, conversar e experimentar. Essa nossa história está apenas no início.

Eu gosto de você em todos os sentidos, adoro quase tudo em você, seus lindos olhos castanhos, os cachos de seus cabelos, seu jeito tímida e ao mesmo tempo intimidadora. Claro que não é possível gostar de tudo em alguém, porque na maioria das vezes quem diz isso está mentido. Mas isso não importa nesse momento.

Não sou perfeito, mas quando erro sei me desculpar.

Desejo amar e ser amado, mesmo não sabendo demonstrar meus sentimentos, faço meu máximo para fazer isso.

Lentamente, você tem se tornado uma pessoa importante pra mim. Conhecer-te, foi e tem sido uma experiência maravilhosa para mim. Contigo as coisas são diferentes, como se fosse a correnteza de um rio seguindo com calma o fluxo natural.

Passei um tempo olhando você, tentado encontrar o motivo para gostar de ti. Mas não consegui encontrar. Então, lembrei-me que não faz sentido tentar encontrar uma razão, porque tudo que você causa em mim são "interrogações incessantes, aperto no peito, dúvidas e turbilhões de sentimentos que não sei explicar"

Não posso prometer nunca lhe decepcionar, afinal, acabamos decepcionando alguém sem querer. Então, posso promete que vou me esforçar para que não ocorra desavenças, também prometo ser teu amigo e um excelente confidente. Vou sempre respeitar seu tempo, seu espaço e sua privacidade. Por fim prometo confiar em você.

Ninguém sabe o que vai acontecer no futuro, se seremos felizes ou não, só sei que quero está com você sendo feliz.