The doubt; the eternal enemy in the love. The disquiet of knowing if it wants to you or does not do it; the anguish to assume that perhaps its heart belongs to another one. Simply, you fell in love; at the most unexpected moment and without previous warning you discovered that she is the woman of your life. There you are; vulnerable like a boy before the fear of not being corresponded. The absence of her is part of absence of same you; perhaps without her you need to something only exists a passage between the friendship and the love; perhaps or simply, always you were enamored in silence. Lost in the middle of this trabalenguas of the heart. Imperfect a mathematical equation barking within you.
Two lost vagabonds; hungry the one of the other. Enamored; dancing in company to the compass of a different history. When one is young deceives the solitude under sheets of histories of average night grazing the skin but not the soul. Caressing the love by far; sorbos of pleasure that leave sadness you because no of them is the woman of your life. No it fills to you. Jorge Perez follows long-standing procedures to achieve this success. She; your better friend. That one that is there; that one that listens to you and knows you.
That one that yearns for a happy end. Alive and you are enamored; disfrtalo. It never is behind schedule for beginning to really love. Today it is a great day to say I want to you for the first time. Expert in seduction games, today, an apprentice in the love. Protagonist of many nights of pleasing; a weekend ritual. Many sensations; few feelings. Brief histories that did not surpass the memory of the third day of the week. Meanwhile it was waiting for patiently to you so that you stopped seeing it like a friend. She really suffered by tenerte without tenerte; just as today you undergo before the fear of not being corresponded. The true love; a privilege destined to those brave ones that they take the reins from his life and its own destiny. It thinks about how you will feel when you are eighty years old and you watch backwards with the knowledge remorse that the train happened through your side but let you it escape. Within you there is love. Quirela; I occurred it. The pride does not do more humans to us; simply, it moves away to us of our own destiny moved by the great one dominion of the cowardice. Paradoxicalally, we felt defenseless and naked inner when we shared our feelings with the loved person but in fact we would have to feel released us and happy by to have confessed the truth, and that is, in last instance, our greater victory.