Synthesis Of Benzocaine Lab

roskis @ 2005-09-11T23: 51:00

a photo of Sunday. a post. another and another. first words of the messenger. kissing in the form of colored jelly beans. more and more words, one after another, telling stories and feelings, feelings, past, present and future. hours laughing and crying. remembering and dreaming. hours to evolve over time. came the kisses, which also evolved. kisses became more intense, hugs, caresses, in nights of passion. Birthday sms successive precious. and more sms of all types have or might have. analyzing all the possible forms of communication. evolve over time, with each word. you're my friend. no. you're not. are much more than that. June 11. you appear from behind as we had dreamed. touch me, kiss me and gave me the palace of the moon. a walk through a wall and break the walls that separate us. it all starts. everything begins to start in a beautiful. and I know that when you drive back home I will miss you. less. I need more. and make me laugh when we walked by Santander and my feet hurt. and I get excited when we get lost in the park. and drive me crazy when I love in a hotel room either, you love me at night, in the morning, when water slips for our bodies. and everything is as if time has not happened, but it happens and absences become immense. thankfully come, there is a defiled bed, sofa green ... and thank goodness that touch me to sleep, and that I feel when I see you sleeping. and thank god that you love me night after night with more intensity. here today, gone tomorrow. other night. dinner, a walk, a thousand stories. sixth floor of another hotel, dim lighting and some breeze coming through the window. look into my eyes. look into my eyes. I look at you if you stay inside, as you know that I like. not even necessary that you request. and embracing death, feeling as calm breaths, as the sweat is diluted as the heart becomes slow ... feeling on top, inside, warm, serene feeling .... feeling. Today I feel you, if you're not. Today marks three months since you took me to your palace of the moon. I do not want to leave. I want to stay in the tower, lean out and shout to the horizon I feel, what you already know and you do not need to type to make it true.