I laugh. He always needed more time. That's why he was always late for everything. I didn't care anymore after a while. He left the bedroom and stopped three steps away from me. I stared at him. The tuxedo, the smile, the hair pointing to different directions. He was perfect. I smiled. My heart skipped a beat. Somehow he noticed that, 'cause he came closer and held me.
- Is everything ok? - he asked.
I felt his cold breathe.
- How could it not be? You're here. And look at you! Perfect.
- Don't be such a liar!
- I'm not lying, you idiot.
I punched him on the shoulder and walked away. He grabbed my wrist and my whole body frozed. His touch was so powerful!
I turned around to face him. He opened that big and perfect smile, with all his teeth on display.
- Damn you! How do you do that? - I screamed.
- Do what?
- This weird effect over me. That's completely unfair.
- It's not. You have the beauty, the smell, the amazing laugh. I have the effect. Fair enough.
I laugh again.
- I love you, did you know that?
He did a surprised face.
- Actually, I didn't.
- I don't say that much.
- I noticed.
- But I'm saying now.
- And I love you hard. I love you so much it hurts me. Do you wanna hear that again? 'Cause you know, unlike you I have a heart.
- Hey! Don't be like that just because I'm not a big fan of public displays of affection.
- I'm sorry. My little cold hearted girl.
- Don't call me that!
- Come on! It's cute.
- Right.
Now it was his turn to laugh at me.
- We should go - he remembered.
- Wait. Just another thing.
I came really close to his ear and whispered.
- Someday I'm gonna tell our kids how much I love you. And when that day comes, I promise you I'll be so freaking sweet and romantic you'll have instantaneous diabetes.
He did a really angry face when I said that. I started to worry. He grabbed my arms and didn't said a thing until we were in the car on our way to the big wedding night. Then, he just couldn't stop laughing. And I knew right there that despite my cold heart, I would always have his warmth.
Apenas aproveitando o surto de criatividade pra postar algo, mesmo que seja em inglês. /feliz /virado /rei
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