Love is opening the door on Sunday morning and finding him with flowers in his hands.
Love is feeling so happy and shocked and warm that you can't speak.
Love is...
"You know...no one has ever bought me flowers before."
"And what does this say about me?"
"That you're the perfect man."
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~"That you're the perfect man."
L'amore e' aprire la porta Domenica mattina e trovarlo con un mazzo di fiori in mano.
L'amore e' sentirsi cosi' felice e scioccata e calda da non riuscire a parlare.
L'amore e'...
"Sai...nessuno mi aveva mai regalato i fiori prima."
"E questo cosa ti dice di me?"
"Che sei l'uomo perfetto."
aaawwwwwwww! :)))))
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