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NÃO QUERIDA O NOME DISSO É ASMA.
” Não amigo, eu resolvi dar uma mergulhada na privada ”
It was growing some heat by the throat. Her eyes made a tremendous effort to remain open. She looked into his eyes intently. Although she wanted to cry, her tears would not come out, because her eyes were dry. He was looking for a women like her for ages. She was lost in time, but never let her hope die. She loved him as he loved her. Two fools in love, but their love for each other was not enough to keep her alive. She felt heat in his chest and his eyes closed forever. The sound of the machine that he feared to hear, sounded. A scream for help was made by him, but it was to late. One fact is that, we lose who we love the most, faster, in one way or another. Fairy tales are for children who dream of happiness in this thing called love. Love. This word means pain, but also happiness. It is also synonymous of tears, but smiles. Nobody knows for sure. We can be dorks. Perfect fools. But … Who does not like to make a fool of themselves? Love is a vast topic. Something wise. He was still crying. He felt guilty and angry. Angry with the world, having taken from him his greatest treasure. He begged to God to bring her back. No. Not him. It lacks everything, but he always mourn the death of his dearly beloved. They spent time together. With a smile. Trips to the beach. Long, passionate kisses. Promises for eternity.Hands held, dirty looks, real smiles, unexpected hugs, caresses in the morning, kisses on the forehead while they slept, he faked fear when they watched horror movies so she could see he was afraid too. Jokes of their own. Plans for the future. This all seems perfect, right? Too bad it ended. They wanted to grow old together and see their children grow. His grandchildren coming to the world, and maybe more. “I love you and i always will” What? Always? Yes, yes, he was not lying.
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