You slowly

iphonewarfare_forteAccompanied me in my bedroom, and now i feel you close to me. You’re around me. I feel our minds get connect, and as in an explosion, we enter together in our parallel world. My vise in my stomach is growing fast. And what i need to dont drive crazy is close my eyes, for a while. I feel you so close to me.  My eyes are open. I’m here in this bedroom. Naturally you’re not with me physically, but how much i feel you by my side in ours own way. Sometimes i feel you, so close to me, that i cant hold back my tears. And that’s one these moment. I feel, you turn around me. We are in front one of another, in silence. We look at us. I bite my lips, looking at into your eyes. Our connection get us closer than ever, and ain’t love. It’s something goes beyond. I feel it. You feel it too. We are in this twirl of emotions, that we only can explain, just touching us one of another. We can only whisper one of another what which we feeling in this moment. You taking my hand to your chest. Your white soft shirt. I metion you a shy smile. You know how i love when you dress white shirts. Once again, i biting my lips. Without i dont realizing it, sweetly, you’ve slide my hand in your shirt, and that game it repeat. Millions of emotions around us, and what which we see in ours eyes is what we would say us.
What we would say us, it’s too much. What which we feel, when we get connect, it’s more bigger, and we are here, so far one of another. But in someways so close one of another. So close we could, touch us. We must just close ours eyes and take a deep breath, and in a second we are in our parallel world. And, ain’t love. It’s something goes beyond.

Daria

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