I wanted so much happiness, huge, warm, smiling with strong hands and a wide back. I wanted to hide in my man's little pocket of heart, create lace comfort there and quietly live in his heart rate ...
I dreamed that one day he would burst into my life, change the whole world, just to be by my side. I dreamed of how he hug me tightly, whisper something affectionate, stroke my hair, kiss the scars of my mental wounds, how he thank fate for the opportunity to pamper me. Thousands of times I dreamed of the key turning in the doorway, I run to the threshold, and I greet him with hot kisses.
Millions of times I've seen us walk in the park. I jump like crazy, and he look at me and smile. I received thousands of bouquets of maple leaves from him. We probably drank wine by the fireplace, figuring out the symbolism of rain and frost patterns on the window pane.
A couple of times I dreamed of how we slowly, embracing, wander the Sicilian streets, kiss in the back streets of Verona, count the delicate bridges of Venice, sailing under them in a gondola.
Almost every dream of mine is about my man, about the happiness of being near him, breathing the scent of his skin, admiring him, smiling at his eyes ...
I believe in chemistry and partnership between two people. If you are an adult man and looking for the real woman not for playing with one goal, you are welcome to write to me.