A rowboat and Lake Amatitlán (on the outskirts of Guatemala City) witnessed our first appointment. (Great photo taken on the banks of the lake, by Villa Sams)
Q eu lovely, intelligent and I thought it detestable. We knew pretty woman, and behaved as such, her figure, totally irresistible, literally left me breathless, his face smooth and hair color of wheat, irritated me for being so beautiful, but they were those eyes, with his insolent eyes, which frightened me, something told me that if he did not care would be hopelessly trapped in them.
I confess: a closer look made me angry, but looked forward to when I use "the worst flea in order not to deny that pleasure to my eyes. Without noticing me paying careful attention to their movements, expressions and details: I noticed his shoes, accessories used in their garments, and especially in what was contained in them, I never understood why my fine and applied art Machiavellian conquest (indifference), if you still like it so much, would not anything with it. I did not like, that's the truth, and I write well, without any penalty.
One night in December and New Year I decided to try to survive, to find land after my wreck, allowing me to be happy again ...... and thought about her. I dared to approach: I called, we sometimes share our stories, hit it, I had a wonderful ...... I loved it because it was and not as I had imagined. The night we got engaged, rather than romantic we were honest about what we felt. His own, filled me with hope, I was beside him alive again, and kissing her, my heart came three words: "will inevitably love it."
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