The honey of your words.

My life was a hard reality of things, I saw how they constantly passed the hardest realities... My life was gray and meaningless, it was not funny, until she came into my life, you gave me another way to see life, a way even more beautiful than all the most beautiful words in the world, she was unique and incomparable to all, was the most beautiful thing I could ever dream and N Adie, I repeat no one had the right to listen or read those beautiful words that came out of their beautiful sigh, she was all I ever need my life, and if my life needed it why couldn't I keep it for myself?... I will tell you everything to know how I fell in love with her...

I've always been the biggest fan of all that it was to read or write, since very small that was the only thing I had to entertain myself, and always used to go to the bookstores to see that it was the most new in that world , although this time would not be even a little similar to other occasions, this time would see the most beautiful eyes that ever in that place... I can not even describe what it felt to see those eyes, if there is really love at first sight, I felt when I saw her there for the first time, she was tall, blonde, whitish complexion, had some lips that were not compared to anything that could be imagined , and finally, what made me feel in love with that beautiful woman were the eyes, those eyes I saw and I felt that my doom had come, I thought  "How beautiful are those eyes, are like I have never seen ", My doom I thought, came a girl who would make me forget all that  Ever step, she is and will be my most beautiful words...

I remember that day as if it was never finished, as I always went to the same bookstore that was only four blocks from my apartment, although I felt that day would not be for swimming as the rest of the time I went to the bookstore, I read that would go to the library a written RA who was on the rise, had never heard or rather read about it, nobody knew how it was in person, but the only thing that was said out there was that he had a look that would fall in love with Aphrodite herself, and that called me a lot of attention , so I decided to go that day, as I had a feeling that is not common in me, but I thought I would change for so much...

When I saw the image of that girl I could only think if I fall in love with his eyes could fall in love with his word, so I decided to read what had caused both fury and sensation in so many people to ask to appear and give the every one of whom so easy to fall in love with so Cough and so many... I read as I had never read in my life, could swear that with every word, with each paragraph and with each letter I fell in love, loved the unique and magical way of expressing love, felt as if they had never loved her as she expected , the way in which he expressed himself of the situations that had passed, if she passed by that and is suffering like what he writes then I will give him that which he never had, I would give him the love that so longed, that so much wanted, I knew that everything was as I thought , she needed love, needed passion, needed someone to give her warmth and understanding and if that magical creature needed it I would be that someone who needs, I would be the blue Prince of his story, I would rescue the maiden from his dragon , Fierce wolf, taller tower or whatever hurt him.

I found something mysterious this girl, this situation, everything around me seemed mysterious and strange, that would make me not want to show his face until now, I know throughout the book, the whole story about it is the least I've read , I was more eager to meet this girl, to know what I thought and why I wrote as I did.

Of all the book could highlight when he spoke of his love that never happened, he never understood:

  "Love is something that doesn't make sense, it's something I don't get to understand, people get destroyed, they get hurt, they hate themselves every time they fall in love then why do they do it? What do you feel when you fall in love? They must feel something they do not feel every day to want to shatter all the time, is something crazy, something that drives them crazy, something I do not understand, I can not understand or understand why people love to pray when they know that it will destroy, the human being as foolish as  To destroy itself over and over again until they feel that finally someone wants them, that stupidity, I will never understand love, I'll never do it...  "

Oh my little one that damage so great could make you think and write like that, I will let you know what it is to be loved, what is true love, but how? Never in my life had asked me as much as now as I would do things, how would be when I saw those eyes... I am afraid of how you will react when you listen to me, when you see me, when I hug you, when I sit for you, I have a fear that can not leave my body in any way... I do not want to hurt you small, just want to love you, as you write by your look that I fall in love with just seeing a picture of you, I need you, I yearn, I want you, I love you little.

That day I woke up much earlier than I normally did, I woke up, but I did not want to eat the emotion I felt, I was nervous and scared, I felt like a teenager again and that my 25 years had already lived a lot , but this feeling did not get tired of feeling it, was something that motivated me, she was my motivation, she and only her.

Try to dress me as casual but arranged as possible, I had to look good for that girl, for my honey-eyed girl; I had passed and reviewed what I had thought all night while I was on my way to the bookstore where my beautiful eyes girl and a misunderstood love would be.

Arrive and I had to work row as I had gone many people to see my girl, this irritated me very much, she is mine and mine alone and did not have to go to see her, her words no one understood as I did, I was unique as I could feel what she felt , what they wanted me to do, that I wanted to be rescued, she is the most beautiful of all the writers that I could ever observe, she is and will be my most beautiful writer, since it is mine and mine alone.