There were far to many places they had been with other people, places they were supposed to have gone together...
He had far to many things to say to her, things he knew he shouldn't say ( oh so they kept telling him...) ... things like " i wanna kiss you everytime you blink like that" " come hug me like i belong to you" " how much do you love that boy?" " do you still know how to touch my neck?"... " how long will my love for you last?" ...
Ou talvez não seja nada disto. Passam-se uns dias desorientados e depois não se sabe bem o que pensar!
Depois encontra-se aquele amor num sitio qualquer, a atravessar a rua, num centro comercial e estes pensamentos chegam assim em catadupa!
"Do you know i still get chills when you touch me?" "Do you notice we kiss just a bit to close to convention?" " I want your hand down my back... i want your tongue on my neck.."Depois isto passa.
No fim do dia estou perfeitamente a contento com a vida que tenho.
Já quase que gosto dela para dizer a verdade...
Afinal, sem ti na cama até consigo dormir...