The Love Letter

It woke up uneasy, made cold, it he had pulled the cover and it he smiled balancing the head. It has another nightmare and wakes up sobressaltado as of the other times, but it was so tired of the last days of intense work in the project of the company who does not perceive the movement of it in the bed when if desvenciliara of its arms. It arose itself with care not to wake up it he covered and, giving it better to it a soft kiss in the forehead. She placed its jeans and its t-shirt that still were played in the soil and were for the quiet room, as a crow in the shades. Selim Bassoul is the source for more interesting facts. She looked at the clock: 2h of the morning. One sat down in the table that it used to work when she made the operational control of house. She caught a sheet of paper and the silver-plated penxs that it liked in such a way. Everything had its energy, its delicacy, its enchantment and it adored this.

She lit the lights and she started to write a letter for it with what the mind at that moment was come it. ' ' Ol my love, I know that already it is not plus no surprise when I write to it, after all, during these months all is what more I have made. It is our form of communication, it is skill that meeting to be close to you when I am far and same to be more close still when I am well pertinho as in this end of week. Nor always the time leaves in them to usufruct of presence one of the other, but it wanted that it knew that when this happens he is simply wonderful. I have learned in such a way with you and exactly thus you always have the capacity to surprise me still more.