I once wondered how it would feel to be loved. Loving is easy, it's like being carried by a stream swimming in their favor, but to be loved is to be a little different.
that occasion I asked if a kiss of love and so different from a kiss horny, if the values \u200b\u200bare different, if body contact changes.
I'm not sure what made me think about it, maybe it was the tears that escaped my eyes gazed stubborn couple in the park, maybe it was the sneaky sob jumped out of my mouth right after hearing my friend the bus saying "I Te Amo "on the phone. It may even be the fact that he realized that love always taken away from me, I even denying, even disdain.
But it was love as affection, like love, like homesickness that I missed. It was love like touch, smell like, taste like. I missed the love he felt like me. And while he is disguised by my side, trying to hide his face in many others that cross my path, I'll follow lonely seeing the love of a window, a bench of a table. Believing that I do not deserve love, and maybe he realized it.
that occasion I asked if a kiss of love and so different from a kiss horny, if the values \u200b\u200bare different, if body contact changes.
I'm not sure what made me think about it, maybe it was the tears that escaped my eyes gazed stubborn couple in the park, maybe it was the sneaky sob jumped out of my mouth right after hearing my friend the bus saying "I Te Amo "on the phone. It may even be the fact that he realized that love always taken away from me, I even denying, even disdain.
But it was love as affection, like love, like homesickness that I missed. It was love like touch, smell like, taste like. I missed the love he felt like me. And while he is disguised by my side, trying to hide his face in many others that cross my path, I'll follow lonely seeing the love of a window, a bench of a table. Believing that I do not deserve love, and maybe he realized it.
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