I like our way of saying goodbye. One moment I run after you at the streets while I'm wearing no shoes, screaming you're crazy, trying to catch you but not fast enough to finally jump in your arms. Hearing you laugh, making fun of me in a perfect way. The other moment you're standing in the front door saying 'I'm going home' and than kiss me. And repeat this like a hundred times. Than you're saying 'I'm really going home' walk away, but you turn around and kiss me again. They call us weird, I call it perfect love.
zondag 1 mei 2011
I like our way of saying goodbye. One moment I run after you at the streets while I'm wearing no shoes, screaming you're crazy, trying to catch you but not fast enough to finally jump in your arms. Hearing you laugh, making fun of me in a perfect way. The other moment you're standing in the front door saying 'I'm going home' and than kiss me. And repeat this like a hundred times. Than you're saying 'I'm really going home' walk away, but you turn around and kiss me again. They call us weird, I call it perfect love.
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