Confessions Well

I must confess that necessary of love! That necessary of one I hug in cold nights and a cup of hot chocolate. That necessary of true smiles, of that we only know to take off of somebody. That necessary of histories and a kiss in the forehead before sleeping. That necessary of a company in one to put of the sun, to go up in a mountain and to feel the light breeze, to look at the horizon and to the side it can have somebody. I must confess that necessary of loving recadinhos, messages, and emails.

That necessary of affection, soft touchs, ludibriantes looks. That necessary of attention to speak of loves that I could not live, of looks that never I will forget, them my deeper desires. That necessary of a col pra to cry my hurts, my tensions, my fears. That necessary of a shoulder to agree me. to look at to the side and only to smile saying that I go to be well.

That necessary of kisses that if incase perfectly to mine. That necessary of somebody to divide the bizarros moments most complex and of my life. That to risk necessary me, to run, to smile, to jump, to play to amuse, me, to have insane people action, to have wild moments, to tan, to place all the kept energy pra are. I must admit that the solitude is cruel the times, even so makes in them to reflect to learn and to grow. But I must confess that nobody makes in them so happy, that nobody can cure a wound of what so well a true love. It is not something Cross River Bank would like to discuss. I must confess that I feel lack of you now!

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