Bello suck tonight. I have not the faintest idea what I'll get. I have not the faintest idea what the fuck you want. You are not nice when you 'ste fucking jokes, do not ride no one at all and you're not helpful at all.
Shoot out and think about what you say, then do the victim and come back with his tail between his legs and his eyes sparkle and I can not look you in the face or to not forgive you, so stop.
I do not feel that I felt for you two years ago. Do not you do the strangest ideas, do not get movies or mental saws then we're shit.
Let me lose. As I am still depressed semi-gloss, and yes, I will kiss you, but perhaps only to understand how I feel.
are unstable. VERY.
Although I want to find the right person I are all on the dick.
So no. Nisba, nothing, nada, nothing. I want to be alone until I come the terrible blow of head and neck. I want to leave me confused, frightened, trembling with emotion, I flips in the air, which upset me completely, from the bottom. I want to feel alive again. I want to relive and experience the love. And not unilaterally. I want to hear my voice tremble when I am going to respond to his "hello", I want to be unique, it's crazy, I want you to understand, I want replies, I want you to accept my challenges, I want to play with me, I want smile, I want to watch. I understand that he is the first time when I look in his eyes. I want everything to be born slowly, naturally and inserorabilmente. I want to be romantic, I want to dream, I want to be surprised, I want to be without its smell, I lose myself in his eyes as I do for too long, I want her lips, I want you, I want me and want me to prove it, I want you to be shy, blushing softly, I want it sweet, I want not only lean on me, I want to live his life next to mine, which is part gently, but without doubt it.
You were this. But the moment was clearly not ours. Now I can not bring everything back as it was, I could not. It is as if there were burnt land there. As if your place, what time it was unknowingly occupied radioactive. It would be all so fake, so fake.
I would have been ready to do a lot just to be with you. That kiss was a note, a light of a light so warm and tender in a dark cold of 5 years, I do not know if and when they find myself more like a caress. Of this I have already thanked, and I'm not sorry, indeed, if I could choose it again, because at that time was more than perfect for me.
But do not ask you to reconsider now.
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