I don't want to measure the time past anymore, because I am excited about the upcoming future.
Is it still one plus one equals two? Not anymore. I am one, and she is the only one, and we will be one, because it just doesn't make sense to say "two of us", since there is no "us". I am she, she is me. The most beautiful thing is that we finished counting down the two-digit numbers.
I don't mind pressing #9 para service en Espanol. Let the world speak French, I don't mind. I still pick up some words. I preserved my own language of love, and she speaks this very well. I guess we may need a translator to begin with, and then we can make two, three, four...Little fellas. Like those babies. It is not their cry when they are born. They will be actually yelling to me, because I am the scapegoat forever to postpone this one plus one bargain.
I am not looking at her like the water in the jar, yet I have a glass to fill. So, we need to be like a well. Eat well, communicate well, live well, and feed our well of love forever. I never see our well go drought, though it was not taken care for a while, still it was raining in Baku today, so the fertility rate should go up.
Our love doesn't rely on the price of oil.
Our future doesn't rely on the egos of surrenders.
Nice to meet you!
Could you please pass me the nepkin? I just have these last tear drops to clean, and then I will wear my sunglasses.
It is summer, and the day begins quite early.
We still have a little bit of time for lunch.
Don't we?
or
Don't U&I?
or
Don't U? Because, I do.
I already begin shouting "I do, I do"