Three years ago, it was a Saturday, your train in two hours late, I was waiting for a sign to come and take your station, you come down with your red trolley, there vedavamo after months, utime the time was summer, August to be precise ... a thousand of my indecision ... and here we are today, this morning I've taken back to the station, has been a long time ... we pampering, our Valentine's Day we celebrated Friday at Our Restaurant China ..
And despite our incazzature, our insecurities, arguments, tears, everyone and everything against us here ... maybe not "in love" as three years ago, but this love can be reasonably sure that if a continuous basis background is certainly ... we are an unusual pair, but I'm fine with you, even though under the covers looking for my feet, and without fail every time I scratch, although I do not want to fold the blankets, PECH you must be free to move, even if you do not put the shirt on health and invariably you are colic, even if you keep the light on beside the bed while we watch movies on the PC, even if I want at all costs to prepare the chamomile and I prefer to home, even if you insist on feeding the biscuits to the cats outside our apartment, and those not even look at them ... even if you have not yet learned how to fold your clothes and prefer to make a ball and throw them in a suitcase, even when I say, "do not prepare the I eat the sandwich buns, "when you get up after eating and start walking and I say" should I dispose ", when Juve played and I count less than zero and I could ask anything and you do not feel ...
With you I saw Rome, after years that the dream with you ... I felt fine, with you I have competed on the water slides, I ate in bed with you, with you I ate pizza watching the Coliseum .. .
You are this and much more ... I love you Hacky!
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