🌹🖤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
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 reveal himself
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 former "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 perhaps fairy tales do not exist
and then you try to think that maybe it's all a dream.
So I don't write the ending,
I guess.
Because I still believe in fairy tales a little.
Because it is enough to never stop looking for each other,
to think of oneself,
even with a simple message.
Because when you love someone,
the most important thing is to make him feel important...
always!...
🖤💖💗💕💓💘💞💝
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