I love our little follies
shellfish in Maine, U2 blaring, wine California light years away from a standard champagne, fresh and yet so good! My knees weak, the music inside your head, that I dance a possessed, you read about in t-shirt you laugh, the resolder a thousand ... I felt my cheeks burning, and burning your hands on your skin, your lips red cherry.
I will not say anymore that the bath is useless.
Laughing while my head is spinning, water and squirts out everywhere, it seems to me that there is sea, everything is moving, that I will wash my hair and I would be long.
You are beautiful like a god I think I muttered, having sold when I had promised myself to not ever tell.
The floor, the marble of the bathroom is not as hard as I thought.
The three digital clock in the room at night, yet we do not stop laughing.
Fortunately, the wine was finished.
Everything still revolves continuously.
"If I ask you to promise me one thing that I say no?"
"is not fair that you ask me now, I do not understand anything, that I laugh and I do not control. That is a time that I tell you I love you."
"precisely"
"from what you want"
"I want to put the ring. That's all. What begins to take"
"But .."
"You just tell me yes"
"And if I lose it? If I beat it down the sink?"
"We call a plumber"
"And if the street rob me?"
"We assure"
"But it would not be the same ring!"
"Love, do not you I've got to keep it in a locked drawer. I would like to see on your left hand is his place."
"I'm afraid ..."
"At least try it. Put"
"Okay, I put it."
"Promise?"
"Promise"
I started wearing the brillocco.
I have a hand that weighs a pound now, or so it seems to my head.
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