Portrait of a man who perhaps does not exist ...
I would be his company's friend, lover,
not necessarily be called his girlfriend
(why not just call the My first name?). Nn
ring on her finger I need, I already have one and that is enough for me. It is the faith of my grandmother.
I do not need definitions or labels to add value and form a relationship. I want a
person who can laugh at himself, and the life of me, I
is close in a moment of joy as a pain in the same
with full participation and transportation.
A companion to play a game you'd never end,
like a juggler who can skillfully to rotate all the tools you have in your hands.
A man who laughs with intelligence,
you wake up in the morning with the joy of a child of 3 years,
who has dreams and hopes, like me
even if they are impossible to achieve.
One who has the innocence and spontaneity in thought and action
but still knows how to make decisions as an adult. A man who
has strong values \u200b\u200band ideals as a rock and
for whom it is willing to fight until every ounce of his strength.
A man who speaks quietly to himself as any topic,
you confide in me, I gradually reveal its secrets and
able to find my day to day without a hurry.
A man who does not consider me an object of his property,
but is proud of me as if I were his daughter
and able to be happy for my success.
