Obama Law Overseas Bank Account

sentimental

"if you sleep I go out"
"exit"
"Really?"
"sure"
"but I can go out with anyone?"
"sure"
"really?"
"of course. You also take the keys to my Porsche."
"since you have a Porsche?"
"since you can go out with whoever you want!"

had agreed to take a coffee with him out of boredom: what do you want to be a coffee hour in the worst case of boredom in the company rather than alone.
after a first analysis lasted only a few seconds when I saw him exit the metro, had decreed "not ever give it to him." that would not was questioned, do not ask why, secrets of a woman.
hour later we were sitting on my couch drinking tea and surprised that we wanted to call our first daughter with the same name.
I was greeted with a hug, a hug tender, affectionate, with no sexual connotation.
had gone away like this, displacing a while ': no \u200b\u200badvances, no proposal for another meeting.
and had continued to do so by sending a text message a few hours later, "I do not know how I can wait to see you again."
wanted to see it again immediately. before.
the next day I was at his house and maddainonlhaivisto between film and sex until seven in the morning interrupted by forays into the kitchen for bread and nutella and I was reading lying on the ground while he was playing, the day has become almost a week lost confused between dissolved lasciamiguardareseditanticapellicisipuòfidare her hair.
and weeks have become months of post-it notes left around the house "I would be the piece of food that remains between the teeth" and Berlin and concerts and photos and the endless sunrises.
and laughter.
and laughter.
and endless laughter among the infinite kiss between the infinite sighs among the countless times that I thought the worst and showed me that I was wrong.
the end all I wanted was to laugh and have finally wrong.