Yes, Saturday 4.39pm in the office, nobody gives me direction to work. As, nobody insists me to marry you. Now we are separate, seems very far away you to see me to see you. Very well, thanks, and you. Smell you feeds my inner struggle. No need to look summer fashion on the street, your smell is on my skin, as I nose my external layer, I feel you. Cannot imagine how I would hold your hand. Yes, I am a lover, I am in love. Don't kiss me, just look at me, don't stare at me, look at me and talk with your eyes, put some smell on me, I miss you. Yes, it is true. Don't be shy, you miss me too. One plus one is two. That is big lie, once you start with one, stay one, become one, live one. You and me, is like your name, Le me y La you. Leave me or Love me. I don't say, I never said that. From the first moment, through the firsts we discussed, I understand you. You if flower to me, me if bee for you. Be my honey, no mosquito suck my blood. I am naive, give your hand. This winter is snowing, would you marry me. This winter is coming, are you with me. This winter is calling, are you home honey. This coziness, blurring my eyes. Come and help me, let's sail somewhere together. No waves, but a sun dawn would be romantic, right. Right, left, I am running. Please wait, and please don't forget.
P.S: I checked from Google Analytics that you so far never visited this wall. I am painting on this wall for you. Come and see, and don't forget. Never, ever. I wonder if you read all these, would you call me. Since I am not allowed to bother you.
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