We will do this for love, that I know.
For love, the most powerful force the universe, look you, who would have . And I was until I met you I never thought about it and teased me so corny stories of friends and acquaintances of distilling sweetened mailsitos tenderness, the little details unexpected, the sneak peeks of relentless insomnia (always heard "the perfect song for the moment", of course) and all that delicious pain. But no. In the evening did nothing but dream about you and offer you my soul away. Now I have no doubt that this connection had to be fleeting. Remember our first encounter in the hallway, the stroke looks, your speech recognizing my signals, my words traveling towards you and your immediate response. Then he dressed better appointments of a friendship that slowly crossed all barriers. Remember the old imagined as graffiti murals face of our old, of who call themselves our friends and some stupid but not worth remembering? (For example, your ex) Look at me and not let go of my hand. No issues. You are the strength and I'm your other hand, has always been so but this time it is I who say this statement. I feel that power because we have got here. What comes now is a gift, I promise. It will be like those songs that we love, an intense vibration that fill our hearts with light and will make clear that what we do is what we have to do and no more. Sadness will end (although I love you both this form of pain), the embarrassments, the words uncomfortable, the murmurs, the explanations and everything that tried to separate these months. It's over. We have but this story, well our history, will end as it should be. I have no more fear. I want nothing more, I told you many times. I am brave and I'm with you. Look at the marks of your love on me. Could have written our history in my skin to show you that all this is real ... Ha!, Listen to me now, I'm repeating what all that stuff used to make fun of expressing it with courage and nudity. This time
will never again today. This is the moment we think, our ritual to eternity in which we travel with a lineup of "together forever" our tongues hanging . Think for a moment tomorrow's headlines: Two beautiful teens kill themselves and are found holding hands at the scene of suicide.
Tell me, does not it beautiful?
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