Понедельник, 29 Января 2007 г. 18:55
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I want to know what you are doing. I want to see you all the time, watch every motion of yours. When we were sleeping there in the tent I was looking at you... I was listening to you breath. I felt SO good! I wish I could live through that night over and over again. Lying next to you, hugging you, hearing you breathe. I love you. All of you. Your hands, your smile, eyes, everything. I can look at your hands for ever. Your palms, fingers, nails. I want to touch them. I want to touch you every time you're near. I have to push myself aside because it's so hard to keep myself in hand. When we work and you're so close, holding me I can smell you. You smell so good... I can't express how I feel...
I'm watching a show on the TV (no, have just switched it off) - about sngle mothers. And a woman there said 'If you take a look at my daughter you will see that she is a result of CRAZY love, of wild passion. She is going to be a very happy person because she was being waited and is being loved'
I couldn't keep watching because it hurts. I want to be with you, have a baby with you... It hurts so much that I hardly can bear.
How much longer? Through the rest of my life?