As if the heart is a multi-layered organ. Everything about her, but especially when she puts her head on my heart, the warm water seems to pass through all those layers and reach the most inner one. The circulation continues, and that warm water seems to flourish.
Now I think a moment that he learned to wrap with his hands that warm water will not run anymore; because my heart will stop. I feel the sweat of your hair right on my heart, I don't know how to hide. As I walk down the road, I realize I'm running for a moment. As if the home smells of cake, while tea is also the demarcation of the news, the expected arrival of the news is the best. I walk with a smile on my face, the best news in the world. On the way sometimes people say how comfortable they are by referring to its state. They don't know that my true comfort is in my heart, I smile.
I'm sitting on a floor with his legs falling over the chair / seat, mostly with my hands gently. Her hands are just over my waist, hugging. His head has turned to my right, his mouth a little open on my heart. She's asleep and my heart is in the most awake. It's such a peaceful attack that it's my heart. It bumps so fast, but it's like just before your sleep. He makes me feel myself. I'm holding her in my arms. I put my head on his head. It's like it's in my belly.
The relationship between us is unique, I understand once more. I'm guessing how comfortable my heart is, because we're almost at the point where we don't have absolute value. All this will get in close proximity to my messages and early childhood will be added to a teak. I'm also going to be one of my eye-catching memories of her infancy.
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