Just before you meet the year end, that's for sure. Not bear to give you the satisfaction of celebrating a milestone as well. Less than i spent.
need
But, yes, let the excitement of planning, the illusion of a whole number, the adrenaline of the standard size of the 366 days of the term held sary. That joy innocent who is expected an important date and crashes into a perverse situation, miserable, anguished inhumane. And so bittersweet as the best chilcano, those that I prepare, you are done with measure and then mix them whatever, but all the same believe it.
Would you and not out of spite or malice, or even boredom. What would a conviction, a strong conviction for letting me know that ultimately do not require and not just your simple sovereign distress me, but I am overwhelmed by the security that you give me, choking me know that I'll call and you're going to worry about me, for me and for me, if I pay attention to or not at the end of the night, whether or not to wake up early every morning and every other possible midday. For your unselfish love me despair. Where are jealous? Where are the uncertainties? And your claims? Do dreams, nightmares, hangovers, thinking? Your ambitions, fuss, and tickle you luen pa? Where is your book of Deepak Chopra to scrub me in the face when, after having discussed all night, fails to convince you that my ideas are correct, that I have the right, that the world works well ?
need to know that you do not need. That you're no more than a year in my twenties that I can then use to write a story, to lose a bet and my friends laugh, to have as a parent to be scared, " in that you're getting into, m'ijo I'll tell you about something "to have lived a hard Diego Torres and leaving him at second song ... "There is love paper making you sick and you inadvertently wrapped in your days ... " after all, to know before the middle of life that I did earlier was good but what I will do after will be much better.
Shortly before reaching six months tell me you love me. And everything will go to hell.
count on that.
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