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Eleven of the night : drinking water and looking for something to do with the TV face of happiness, a sweet taste in the mouth and heart much love waking up, review every kiss, every caress given, every word you and your beautiful image in the head reelin .
Midnight: Ok. Try to sleep.
Two in the morning: listen to music in another room of the hotel, blaring that song: "the man I love knows that I love takes me in his arms and I forget everything" (a sigh escapes me, for women I love you ....) and a great outcry with which I wanted to sing to the man she loved. You hear the voice of the hotel in charge of submitting to the lady to order, try to ignore the discussion and change position in bed.
Three in the morning: The phone rings someone in someone's room, the conversation spreads and the dream that disappears completely shocked. But, I sleep, I need energy for tomorrow. Change the savannah, the pillow and drink some more water. Three forty
am: Too much water, I get up. Back to bed to try to sleep again. Four
am: My cell phone vibrating. Wrong number. If! that good! almost dawn and I can not sleep. Five
am: better go bathe. Six
am: The Warner Channel if you have good series to start the day. The worst thing about getting up early after not sleeping, is very hungry and know that at that time is not breakfast anywhere nearby. A little more water? Yes. Seven
am: attack of nerves, and is coming! Start the countdown! While waiting for your call, waiting for that knock on the door. Hair combed every five minutes, double application of deodorant, a little more perfume, ordered some bed and wait. I see the clock every three minutes and time is eternal.
Eight-fifteen in the morning: Your call "and go there" . Now I see the clock every two minutes. Knock on the door, perfectly beautiful woman, giving good morning, a big hug. I see it: loose hair, bright eyes, waist where I can getting lost whole days and those lips so exquisitely delicious.
You, the reason for my sleepless nights, my long wait, and this love so great it makes me miss you even more.
In the bag: a pink, music, incense, candles, going over every word I say to ask him to be my girlfriend. Came with more than an hour late and when I saw did not know what to say. Should be careful, think about the right time to say those four words that would start that something more than friendship. Why was I so nervous? Why am I sweating hands? For what she felt an emptiness in the stomach and the heart beating so fast? Surely he looked forward to the answer to my question. I tried to find the right time, in the car, could not, walking, I dared not in the room, I was not the voice, after the kiss, I was afraid that my proposal is to do away so I do not dare. What time
drew the rose? and music? incense? That seems very artificial and planned so was discarded. Want to sound romantic, but honestly, without falling into retail kitsch, thought better of it in simple words and forgot about the speech.
talks stretched as much as I could, I ventured to give the rose, took his hand and prepare my words surprised me by telling me a joke that left me completely disarmed. A fresh start. I looked for another time and did not find it, try saying something that I marked the way into the conversation but nothing.
nerves were becoming more intense, the more time I spent more clouded head, were about to leave the room when I took her hand and said "you be my bride?" Following the second made me forever. I just thought, "tell me anything, anything," and the time when I was stopped I heard: "If my love." I kissed her all the love, I hugged her and felt like embraced the whole universe with all its beauty, with the inexplicable and that spark of life that is not only a great blessing. Thanks
love that yes, Thank you for your tenderness, your love, your patience, thanks for these two months full of joy and special moments.
