My facebookmagia Patry wrote on your wall its little pleasures, I bring mine from lines to not be noticed much so that no one would steal to me ...
receive a gift. Found money in the pocket of an old pants. Realize your error and find that you still have 2 hours more sleep. She reclined her head on my chest. Petting an animal. Feel the breeze on her face. When I removed the language after call me stupid. A kiss. Sleeping on a rainy day. Sleep on your side. Eating red licorice. Breaking a barrier. Caress her bare back. Play the right song at the right time. The brightness of her eyes if she smiles while looking at me. Raspberries. Skinny dipping in the sea. Sleep embraced. Discover a new corner, a new city, a new country. Play a child. Crossing a quick glance with a handsome stranger and ask how is your life. The neck better late than spent by 23 August and I tattooed a smile on his face. A dream. New sheets smelling clean. Remove shoes. Knowing that your side anything is possible. Laugh out loud if his side. Make a friend laugh. Remembering a familiar aroma. Fight on their side. Walking barefoot on the sand. Make love. (Censored). Wander aimlessly. Finish a novel. Shouting at the top of a mountain and the echo you back your own voice. Walking beside him. Discover a new taste. Discover a new nuance in his eyes. See a good movie snuggled under a blanket. Join my forehead to hers. Stargazing lying on the floor one summer evening. Talking on the phone at 12 pm. A glass of wine. Laugh out loud. Receiving a compliment. Make a gift that is special. Create their own. Creating something ours. Sleeping after breakfast. Breakfast after sleeping together. Do something you've never done before. Do anything if it is next to it. Thanks
Patry because you made me remember that little things are becoming so important and so little importance we give them daily. By the way, you still owe me a coffee. What to know.
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