LETTER II
Hi!
How can I forget it? Movie meeting, dancing mood, the real sensation of having you in my lips and the rest of the body... it´s a kind of inmortal magic.
First of all: "I´m sorry" little late but well, it´s me not being perfect (like this letter). I usually pretend not recognizing people´s feelings when I feel something too, don´t know why, suppose run away or being indifferent are defense mechanisms to avoid taking charge. After all, as a fearful girl, I prefered not watching the expression in your eyes, tried to convinced me exclaiming "What a night!" Now, distance makes things look diferent. Maybe is something in the memory that get covered or just familiar songs sounding in my unruly head. I mean, the sun shining on your smile is so amazing that I can´t over it, don´t want to either. That ´s strange cause there re no pain, you know? And u are such a right person, Why? I would like to get back to that morning to change all the words I said and trough away my coldness. If I just only had caught the fantasy, if only...
Sometimes I think about you but not like had missing spring, it´s like wishing strawberries in the mouth. I believe best experiences comes from parts of our body we don´t even know exists. Some people haven´t the luck to notice that, they simply live in the superficiality and ignore what they lived with other people; It´s so sad, isn´t it? There s unknown life under the skin... I have to confess u re in the top five from my adventures, maybe for being the perfect bull, like Picasso´s engravings or the way you pronounced "Mary".
Promess I´ll be nicer next time. And if u wonder why I´m writing a second letter to you: read it with sense of humor instead of seriousness and don´t take it personal althougt it seems that it is. Besides flowers my other atraction is writing, maybe this is why u wrote me too.
Kisses everywhere, hope your leg is better.
Mary
How can I forget it? Movie meeting, dancing mood, the real sensation of having you in my lips and the rest of the body... it´s a kind of inmortal magic.
First of all: "I´m sorry" little late but well, it´s me not being perfect (like this letter). I usually pretend not recognizing people´s feelings when I feel something too, don´t know why, suppose run away or being indifferent are defense mechanisms to avoid taking charge. After all, as a fearful girl, I prefered not watching the expression in your eyes, tried to convinced me exclaiming "What a night!" Now, distance makes things look diferent. Maybe is something in the memory that get covered or just familiar songs sounding in my unruly head. I mean, the sun shining on your smile is so amazing that I can´t over it, don´t want to either. That ´s strange cause there re no pain, you know? And u are such a right person, Why? I would like to get back to that morning to change all the words I said and trough away my coldness. If I just only had caught the fantasy, if only...
Sometimes I think about you but not like had missing spring, it´s like wishing strawberries in the mouth. I believe best experiences comes from parts of our body we don´t even know exists. Some people haven´t the luck to notice that, they simply live in the superficiality and ignore what they lived with other people; It´s so sad, isn´t it? There s unknown life under the skin... I have to confess u re in the top five from my adventures, maybe for being the perfect bull, like Picasso´s engravings or the way you pronounced "Mary".
Promess I´ll be nicer next time. And if u wonder why I´m writing a second letter to you: read it with sense of humor instead of seriousness and don´t take it personal althougt it seems that it is. Besides flowers my other atraction is writing, maybe this is why u wrote me too.
Kisses everywhere, hope your leg is better.
Mary
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