Many say that marriage is the tomb of love but I think it should be based on the flowers that are put on that hypothetical tomb and not on the epitaph.
Better to say: I wish there were not very foolish guests at my party but only good people even if they were to be in the minority.
Sajira is combing her hair and wants me to bring her a plate of rice to eat for lunch.
Rice is enough but it is eaten with chopsticks otherwise it will not consider lunch.
Not that it is spoiled but wants to follow the traditions of its culture. In Japan there are many of those casinist and strange customs that I can't even remember by heart. I feel that this marriage will forever change our lives for the better, mine because I am no longer that asshole of the past who wanted women to only open their legs and that's it and so because it will take me as a husband and guarantee her a future super happy.
I'm glad you said yes. My worst nightmare was the fact of feeling excluded from his life ... I would never have endured it. Most likely my heart would have exploded and the blood would have clotted like dark nectar.
I dedicate this love of mine to her, to my queen with short white legs. Pale as the moon, bright as the night.
Mesmeric his smile, I am tested by his harmony. It always disarms me and I cry for a few minutes of joy and pain ... we know that love is custody and feeling and that it should never make us cry but this love is too big and I too small near it.
My heart seems like a sweet to benefit from.