At you while you was busy with the breakfast. I’ve smiled you when our glances meeting themselves, and I’ve blushed when you caressed my face.
In my mind I was still re watching everything we had faced up to, and your caress has making remind me when we held tight our hands, and with that touch we took flight and everything has vanished.
Your hand was soft, and by now every bad thing there was no longer.
You have prepared the breakfast, and you have decide to bring it on the little table in your favourite corner.
You have sweetly accompanied me on the sofa, and while I settled me, you have looked at me for a second, then without think about it, you have softly kissed me, saying me: “How beautiful you are…”, then you went in the kitchen to take the cups, and the other things that we would have eat.
We were looking at us sweetly, we often smiled us.
In the air we could feel the lightness of Our Parallel World: we had to get using to it.
Everything in our world was expand, also the minimum emotion, and now we were living it, for the very first time, in our own world.
There were no more borderline to across, no more bubble, no more black hole.
Our apartment was finally where there we had wished.
We had finished the breakfast.
Everything was static.
We were looking at us, from a little bit: our breathe was at unison, but at a certain moment became faster.
You got up and you have stretched your hand, I taken it and without a reason, you have guided me next the desk of your grandpa and there, sweetly you have touched with your face mine, and you have tightened my hands, just like in that magical dance.
Then you have started to kiss me passionately.
Now, our heart were beating hard. I looked at you, and in a thread of voice I have said “I love you”.
Maybe, you was waiting for this phrase, and you have take me in your arms, and slowly we went upstairs, where you have lying me on the bed, and delicately we have started to make love.”