You dedicate time looking at her. You never gain the image. You ask for more. She. Gave you an "I love you".

Like those summer days when you dive into the sea. You take your head out of the water. You smell watermelon. The picture sticks like a decal in in your mind. The fragrance remains. Thus. As you remember your great love.You are.

You finish a book. A caressing expense. You feel brave. You had patience. You loved words. You made a story. You made yourself pleased. Thirsty to see in its eyes. Your words.

Time passes. Unimportant hours. Her words are sparkling . They light up a target. Not to be lost. Following the route to find yourself near her.

You keep. You do not ask to take. You look around you. You know, but you do not care. You're ready to climb uphill. Once more, It's not the last one. You forgot to rejoice. Not to love.

You unwrap your gift. Some day. You keep your breath. You wait. For her kiss.

Your banner to your soul inside is waving. You care. Not for the sky to be cloudy there. You can fill up with blue the most beautiful image..

Side by side. You share. You let yourself for her to lean on you. You wonder. How time flies without her.

A Hidden treasure. A discovery. For the second time. A life. Waits a moment.

You had the time. To listen again. To breaths interspersed words. Separate. Caressing the ear. They can.Blow life.

By ticking time passes. Ticking without looking. You can to freeze your desires. Do not confess the dream. You can continue to pretend that you live. But you do not stop filling the silences with words.