The act itself does not move me, but In a world of 8 billion finding the other person who is the same sort of insane to do with with you is terribly romantic
I love my mother But I don't want to be like her. I love my father. But I don't want a husband like him. I loved my childhood. But I don't want my children to grow up the way I did.
Me parece una locura como perdemos el tiempo en pelotudeces y no en lo importante. Jamás sabremos cuándo es el último beso, risa, abrazo, mirada de alguien y cuantas cosas posponemos por excusas