For romantics with love ...

Yes! I'm romantic, I'm crazy about love, heart, lace on the windows, little ribbons, daisies, pebbles, three-word cards that can speed my heartbeat and cry me in the ballads and broken hearts being treated With love ... Because I believe we are created for love. No! We are made for a lot of love!

I am loved by the beautiful sunsets and the wind in my hair, in the hand that holds my hand and leads me to the beautiful seashore, to the wet face that smiles at me and to the warm lips that kiss me. I'm in love with his blushed cheeks when I say how beautiful she is ... I'm in love with the melted chocolate candy in his pocket, which he keeps for me in his hand when he pulls me to him, he senses masculine looks on me. I'm in love with the rainy afternoons spent in the bed and the midnight conversations in the car. I am in love with silent phone calls and meaningless conversations, screaming "I love you". I'm in love with sleepless nights when I think about it and about "good night" messages. I'm in love with the scandals and the hotties after them. I am in love with the reality of unreal love.

I will never stop being such, I will never make love simple, impersonal, every day ... And on the hardest day when I come to escape from her, I still get my romantic glasses to see the one she's in I fell in love, the one without whom I find it difficult to sleep in the evening, the one I love to wake up in the morning, the one whose embrace melts the bitterness of my day, the one whose love keeps my soul warm ... And I see it again, I find him to love him, despite the time he has changed us!

I will never stop watching romantic movies and listen to songs about love, I will never stop drawing love with beautiful words, I will not betray it, I will not give it up and believe it does not exist.

I'm romantic. Lost in an illusion or living in the greatest reality? Looking for love in every mood, behind fears, pain, anger. Everywhere. I'm not ashamed to look silly when I feel around her when I lose my mind and fly into insanity and butterflies.

I am not afraid of absorbing the tears of love, dressing the gray days in beautiful colors, hugging and kissing the wounded hearts, talking about love, the one denied, the hidden and the rejected, the outdated. Yes, it hurts. I know! But without her, it would hurt much more ...

No, I'm not optimistic, I do not live in a pink balloon, I'm not always beautiful ... But I love! And with love I treat every wound.

Much love - Krisii