intimate
I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where. I love you simply, without problems or pride: I love you in this way because I do not know any other way of loving but this, in which there is no I or you, so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand, so intimate that when I fall asleep your eyes close.
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| kimmytje: | Zaterdag, augustus 01, 2015 18:32 |
| Prachtig! Heerlijk om te lezen Liefs Kimmy |
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| Pascal Janssen: | Zaterdag, augustus 01, 2015 17:45 |
| Wow, that's a great way to describe intimacy. Greetzzz Pasje |
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| Auteur: yago | 
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| Gecontroleerd door: michris | ||
| Gepubliceerd op: 01 augustus 2015 | ||
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