🌹🖤it all starts with a phone call.
and then ...
she looking for him.
the first messages are born,
at first episodic then more frequent.
the first good mornings written between a coffee and another,
as soon as you wake up,
perhaps accompanied by original emoticons ...
and meanwhile,
thoughts alternate chasing each other.
the first phone calls come out,
amidst the embarrassment of not disturbing
and the desire to know the first revelations said in a low voice so as not to discover ...
and the first kisses,
which taste fresh ...
all terribly beautiful.
the hands that are sought,
giving way to
"I love you" closed in my teeth.
between the fear of being heard and the terror
not to be understood.
the first "do we sleep together?"
and the nights spent under the same sheets,
with legs intertwined and the fear of tomorrow,
of not knowing each other.
all terribly beautiful ...
even too much...
then...
then it happens that maybe the fairy tales
they do not exist and therefore ...
so I don't write the ending ...
because I still believe in it a little.
because in the depths of the heart it does not stop
never to look for oneself,
to think about oneself.
even with a simple message.
because when you love someone,
the most important thing is to make her feel important.
it all started just like that .....🖤💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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