Jest wszechobecna, choć niewidzialna. Miłość.
"Nie jestem pewien do czego służy miłość, ale tak mniej więcej wydaje mi się, że do kupowania Ci świeżego chleba, gdy jeszcze śpisz, do podawania ręcznika gdy wychodzisz spod prysznica, do parzenia Ci kawy i przyjmowania za to uśmiechu, do chowania Cię pod parasolem albo w dłoniach, do niewierzenia w cellulitis, do niewidzenia zmarszczki, do słuchania z Tobą muzyki i spacerowania palcami po Tobie..."
After your visit.
U came today to me. How is incredible this situation, when you stay near window in my room, near this window, near my quite place. And you're touching my staff, and in the same way you're touching my soul. Before today I was in story, story for kids about princess and prince. You came to my life and u surprised me. You take off my rules, and you made new. Now, I can feel it's real. How I could feel, when I was confused, I didn't know what's happen? Sometimes I wanted just to run away, as far as I can, to make my life easy again. But you day by day stole my weak heart. Your point was learn my little heart how to fly like butterfly. And u have to know, that I remember every second, when we're smiling, laughing, fighting just to kiss each other. But I remember this days too, when you were tired with too many things and too many people. Everyone wanted something from u. And I wanted something from u too. I could went away, I could forget, give you time, freedom and ...
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