Ninety seconds

You stop at ninety seconds of imagination. Which fits in the few years we missed. Or had. But not enough that we do not ask the imagination to complete everything we did.

It seems easy when you talk about everything you know. And it works even easier when you don't have to invent it. But love would not be that it is so simple. Just because I loved you more after mistakes. Just because I thought you had everything life had to offer. And you offered more. And, just because you came when I was giving up everything I was looking for, because I stopped believing.

You think there's a need for a lot of things. Coke stuff is the least of things, actually. Until you learn that it's enough to be there. And naked. I would just say naked, but what is it worth if you're not here? Maybe that's why you have "those" 7 days a month. Which in some girls lasts up to twenty-five. So they tell me, it's not that I checked. Well, they think you're a bum, when I say it's no different with you. But, fortunately, your mood goes from good to better. The bad ones so far have nowhere to stop.

In ninety seconds, the movie trailer will fit. Where they throw everything interesting, and there is nothing in the other ninety minutes. That's why I don't trust people when they talk badly about someone else. Maybe they didn't get to see everything? And, I still laugh, how funny it was to me that people keep diaries. And the diary of my life is the story of you. The girls he'd swear to wait to call her, and she actually calls. To a girl who doesn't seem to talk at all and doesn't actually shut up.

It can fit so much in ninety seconds, but it doesn't even represent everything that it really is. We met in less than that. In less than a minute, I felt something could be with you. Although it took me more than a couple of months to prove it to you. Now will be the fifth or sixth year, who counts more ... how, you know

Dzoni

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