It waits

It waits for the man who kisses you in the forehead and disentangles its hair that he himself embarrassed. That one that it knows to differentiate the moments where you wants that it pulls you for the hair, of that you only desire to sleep in the arms of it and to feel itself protecting waits the man whom it knows to dry its tears and to support its TPM, but that it does not leave you to surpass in its neuroses and unreliabilities using this as excuse.

A man who laughs at its bobagens and listens to its dreams, exactly that he does not have absolutely nothing to see with them undoes that one that admires you as human being. He waits for a man who makes you to smile when everything to seem insuportável and that wants to exactly show you for everybody when you are disarranged, sweated and that she finds you the woman prettiest and interesting of the world exactly when you are without no maquiagem or just she woke up. A man who holds its hand in the front of the friends of it. That one that makes a great effort pra to see only 15 minutes to you and makes this little time to be valid its day!