Okay when I was the second to the third step in his life. The conversation was over, over.

Give the guy as sweet as sunshine October revenues with radiant smile ...
Thank you for loving you, for the second time ...

Sometimes thinking, I locked myself in a very sad silly: I do not have each other's first love. Everyone knows the first fragile but beautiful, passionate and floral notes linger forever as each season of milk. Sometimes I read in his eyes a subtle little sad, a little injury lingered's easy to forget that these days. Just like when I carry each other through the familiar corner, in the shadow flickers are you someone though still holding his arms tightly.

Also we can not each other's first love, so I will not enjoy the minute spoiled si crazy, fascination of love: the phone calls throughout the night because of missed, trips by car shift between the two cities first machine just to see each other for a moment, the way the rain on a bike traveling as two children, cold but very happy ... Gone are the clumsy childish wild, gone the days that true love is almost breath.

It is also possible by not first love, so I did not even see love as fairy dreamy, passionate as the love stories in books. Life does not currently have room for the pink illusions I imagine. Perhaps only one kind of love gentle, cool, collected winds caress, but you know, do not fade.

He had to, for I saw a warmth, not massive, immense as the great sea, not gushy, noisy; conversely, very gentle, very deep. The time you hold me in your heart, hold me in your arms strong, I always feel so small, but not lonely because he cherishes. Although the road ahead is far from headline run, as long as love, believe, as long as he was put on a little lip kiss like that, you will no longer worry.

I would not blame a lot of heart cells - a big compartment for small children and a secret compartment for it. Not because I'm a forgiving person, and not because they accept me suck own pain. Because ultimately, you should thank the past that has brought him to my side.

There's no reason to blame them when he does not love you as my first love. Also never compare me stupid for anyone's feelings more. I love you, that's still more than enough of what you would expect. Then will sleep past, when he with you. And we'll love story written from the very new. Okay when I was the second to the third step in his life. The conversation was over, over. Just now and again the following day, I will be together for a lifetime ...

And dear, the dawn sun called the small window, you will know how to love him as early childhood heart that spoke of love.