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|Cartas-->Yuliyar - This is not love -- 06/03/2010 - 01:42 (Ricardo Marques)
|Yuliyar - This is not love!
Hello my love, Rimarquesz!!!
My loved, I very strongly love you. I every day think of you, I every
day dream, how we with you shall live together. You are very necessary
for me, I still never met such fine person, as you.
My darling, I as wish to meet you as soon as possible, I think us the
happy future and as I will try to learn the information of expects
that it is required to me and as I can arrive to you to "Cheboksary". As
soon as I learn about all it I will inform at once you in the letter.
Rimarquesz, you talk in English, simply I very much would like to speak
by with you to phone. It is possible?
My mother call X, and I will necessarily send you its photo, but I
will make it hardly later as it is necessary for me to find the
camera. I do not have tattoos as I think, what not it paints all,
especially the girl. My surname Y.
I wish to feel your body near to the... Every day... Every night...
Every second... Never to recollect that pain which I tested when there
was no in my life you. I wish to kiss you and to caress... The whole
days. You are necessary to me to last section that each eyelash which
has fallen from your eyes on a cheek, belonged to me. I would like to
live eternally, but only with you, and without you one second of my
lived life is necessary to me. In my thoughts there is no empty
seat... When I walk with friends... When I fall asleep... When I sleep
and I wake up... When I work, when I wash in a shower and when I read
the book... Everywhere and always I think only of you... You are an
incurable illness, and I do not want, that from it have found a
medicine... After all I want... I wish to be ill with you...
Eternally!!! I love you, Rimarquesz, and I wish to be only yours for ever!
Your love, Yuliyar.