The challenge is to let you sleep. In not stop repeating that I love with all my strength. I go to see the crucified Christ. When I go back is to love you with all my strength.
The hard not to want to love someone else for vanity, for sport, to love again with all my strength. I see your shoulders when you're flipped. The hard part is that I do not turn your back. Give your eyebrows and your right leg. Better yet, give me your eyebrows, your legs. All your veins. Change it for love you with all my strength. With all the pressing matters that I have left, not many or few. I still necessary.
The difficulty is not in me to pass his hands over his head, believing you in your natural body. Seeing a whole. The hard part is believing that God brought you and the world.
To know that we are not separate or by thought. Scallops
how empty orange armchair without you.
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