domingo, 16 de dezembro de 2012

  Really relatable. (no, the image is not mine.)

My version:
They asked her what she loved about him. And she answered:
"His smile. I don't see him smiling often, but when I see, it's amazing. It gives me strenght. His eyes, so dark, and seem so lost. The way he looked at me when we talked. It was comforting. The way he walks, and gently moves his hands while talking. The way he turns his head when I pass through him. The way he plays guitar and moves his head while playing. The way he talked about "Smells like Teen Spirit" and, at the end, smiled. The way he repeats "what what; yes yes; no no". The way he touched me when he said goodbye. There are so many things I love about him, and I don't know him well. But the thing I love the most about him is the happiness and joy that arrive in me every time I see him. For me, that feeling is priceless." 

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