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ribes_rosso for lending me William
It 's a strange chapter, perhaps more long history of the song itself, but this is what I imagined for my character Will.
centomiliardesima Listening to the song once I got the inspiration. is "my" Will he sings, you recognize it?!
I invite you to listen to the song that I think is spectacular .. Happy reading
ribes_rosso for lending me William It 's a strange chapter, perhaps more long history of the song itself, but this is what I imagined for my character Will.
centomiliardesima Listening to the song once I got the inspiration. is "my" Will he sings, you recognize it?!
I invite you to listen to the song that I think is spectacular .. Happy reading
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Will
It had been almost two months after that & rsquo ; last Once I had spoken word ... .. if you will, in fact I had yelled at for one reason really useless.
I explained I had not, and she had not really understood.
When I said that phrase "do not help me so" I was referring to his eyes permanently hidden from those thick lenses that make it easier.
How many times I was lost in the classroom peering behind those glasses her huge blue eyes. And that afternoon I was the same. Surfing endlessly in those eyes so deep, losing the second by second.
But she had not understood.
And I had not explained. Two adults who
enjoy doing children.
In those two months I had readily avoided; classroom rested her bag beside her, so that I could not approach her, and if he saw me in the hallways, lowered his head and red as a pepper, she spent pretending it did not exist .
I did not think that day and night, the first time I saw her, but she had not understood .. ... and of course I said I did not.
Our history was limited to this: she did not understand, but I had not explained. And again and again, indefinitely, to get lost at night in the dark of my thoughts to think about a different approach to a more open, to a love better.
On his face, his lips, his scent.
I found myself night after night in front of his door. We support the front and the imagined. For as she really was.
Maybe in pink pajamas with colorful designs, the socks to warm their feet in the cold winter.
Rolled up in his duvet, with the belief that no one thought, or that no one wanted it and wanted more than his own air.
Images with shaggy hair and eyes still closed from sleep every morning before going to class.
imagine embraced the pillow every night to go over the lesson.
image with the handkerchief to wipe away a tear after tear film, and then sit on her bed and imagine the perfect love.
His perfect love .. there would never be someone perfect for you? There was someone in the world ready to defend it against anyone who wanted to hurt her?
you so small and helpless.
that you sulking at the slightest thing. She
that lights up when something made her happy
And how can we talk about his sulks and his infinite shyness. That same timidity that colored her cheeks every time a word, also known as a joke, the embarrassed.
sweet, so far as when he was studying. He plunged headlong with his hands pressed to her temples, and a frown on his face.
His pen, his sheets, kept his books in an order almost maniacal. The gab
sent just drank a drop of alcohol too.
His hand cream that I raised my chin in a moment of distraction. A moment of inattention that led me to want more than anything else.
His face saddened by my stupid reaction, but too scared to accept this feeling I had escaped from her wounding. I miss those
her looks thoughtful, that his mind was lost in a million thoughts. That
in his velvet touch grazed his cheeks. The rose scent that emanated after a sleepless night because of my beer.
Its sweetness in grazed his lips with hers, so soft and tasty. Her body against mine, abandoned entirely to my embrace.
able to caress and squeeze, touch the tip of the nose, and kiss her again, more secure. Bolder.
imagine it was all I had left
"You must give me another
this possibility can not be the end"
For credit
It had been almost two months after that & rsquo ; last Once I had spoken word ... .. if you will, in fact I had yelled at for one reason really useless.
I explained I had not, and she had not really understood.
When I said that phrase "do not help me so" I was referring to his eyes permanently hidden from those thick lenses that make it easier.
How many times I was lost in the classroom peering behind those glasses her huge blue eyes. And that afternoon I was the same. Surfing endlessly in those eyes so deep, losing the second by second.
But she had not understood.
And I had not explained. Two adults who
enjoy doing children.
In those two months I had readily avoided; classroom rested her bag beside her, so that I could not approach her, and if he saw me in the hallways, lowered his head and red as a pepper, she spent pretending it did not exist .
I did not think that day and night, the first time I saw her, but she had not understood .. ... and of course I said I did not.
Our history was limited to this: she did not understand, but I had not explained. And again and again, indefinitely, to get lost at night in the dark of my thoughts to think about a different approach to a more open, to a love better.
On his face, his lips, his scent.
I found myself night after night in front of his door. We support the front and the imagined. For as she really was.
Maybe in pink pajamas with colorful designs, the socks to warm their feet in the cold winter.
Rolled up in his duvet, with the belief that no one thought, or that no one wanted it and wanted more than his own air.
Images with shaggy hair and eyes still closed from sleep every morning before going to class.
imagine embraced the pillow every night to go over the lesson.
image with the handkerchief to wipe away a tear after tear film, and then sit on her bed and imagine the perfect love.
His perfect love .. there would never be someone perfect for you? There was someone in the world ready to defend it against anyone who wanted to hurt her?
you so small and helpless.
that you sulking at the slightest thing. She
that lights up when something made her happy
And how can we talk about his sulks and his infinite shyness. That same timidity that colored her cheeks every time a word, also known as a joke, the embarrassed.
sweet, so far as when he was studying. He plunged headlong with his hands pressed to her temples, and a frown on his face.
His pen, his sheets, kept his books in an order almost maniacal. The gab
sent just drank a drop of alcohol too.
His hand cream that I raised my chin in a moment of distraction. A moment of inattention that led me to want more than anything else.
His face saddened by my stupid reaction, but too scared to accept this feeling I had escaped from her wounding. I miss those
her looks thoughtful, that his mind was lost in a million thoughts. That
in his velvet touch grazed his cheeks. The rose scent that emanated after a sleepless night because of my beer.
Its sweetness in grazed his lips with hers, so soft and tasty. Her body against mine, abandoned entirely to my embrace.
able to caress and squeeze, touch the tip of the nose, and kiss her again, more secure. Bolder.
imagine it was all I had left
"You must give me another
this possibility can not be the end"
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