NicolleSweett04

NICOLLESWEETT

Hello, I am a cheerful, loving and passionate woman. I like simple things like a good burger, seafood and natural juices; these are my favorites. I am deeply curious about the human body and the mysteries behind each story, which is why I want to study forensics. I also love baking, where I can express my creativity and my love in each recipe.. I consider myself a passionate person, full of energy and eager to realize my dreams.

Every part of my life has something of you in it, and it's really nothing extraordinary; you know it as objectively as I do.. However, there is one thing I would like to clarify to you. When I say each part, I'm not just talking about this present moment, this waiting for you and your discovery, and damn it, your loss and your reunion, and I hope nothing more. I'm not talking about you suddenly saying, "I'm gonna cry," and, choking, "Okay, cry ». And that a soft and invisible shower protects us, and maybe that's why the sun will soon rise. Nor am I talking only about the fact that, day after day, the number of our small decisive complicities increases, nor of the fact that I can or believe I can turn my failures into victories, nor of the fact that you offer me the tender gift of your last despair..

Not. The choice is much more serious. When I say all the plots, I mean that in addition to this sweet cataclysm, you are also rewriting my childhood, this age where adult and solemn things are said and where solemn adults celebrate them, and you know that is a bad sign. I mean that you recreate my adolescence, this time when I was an old man overwhelmed with doubts, and you know how to extract from this desert my seed of joy and water it by watching it grow.. I mean that you shake my youth, this jug that no one has ever taken in hand, this shadow that no one has ever approached its shadow, and you, you know how to shake it until the dry leaves begin to fall and the framework of my truth remains without exploits. I mean that you embrace my maturity, this mixture of amazement and experience, these strange borders of anguish and snow, this candle that illuminates death, this precipice of poor life. As you see, it's more serious, much more serious, because with these words and others, I mean that you are not only the dear girl that you are, but also the splendid or prudent woman that I loved or that I love.

I love you by the eyebrows, by the hair, I debate with you in the corridors of an immaculate white where play the fountains of light, I discuss with you of each name, I tear you with the delicacy of a scar, I deposit in your hair ashes of lightning and ribbons asleep under the sun. rain. I do not want you to have a form, I want you to be precisely what comes after your hand, for water, consider water, and the lions when they dissolve in the sugar of the fable, and the gestures, this architecture of nothingness, lighting their lamps in the middle of the encounter.

I love you with the power of the inexplicable, with the faith of one who believes without seeing, with the patience of one who waits without counting the days. And if this love is not eternal, let it last as long as it takes, but let it leave its mark in me, as the sun leaves its fire on my skin. 'Cause if there's one thing I'm sure of, it's that loving you made me more alive, stronger, more myself. And even if fate has not inscribed us on the same pages, I will continue to love you with the invisible ink of those who truly love.