not remember the first time I said I love you, not the first time I told it to me, that memory is confused with many others.
not remember how many times I have said or how many times I've said throughout my life, giving words, sometimes more meaningful than others.
I do remember is the day that "I love you" was all you could say, all I could gather all that in him, the joys, sorrows, the sound of your laughter, the ride of my heart, thinking you sleepless nights, the times I told your body on mine, the anguish of not knowing what to think, see me reflected in your eyes, count the hours, minutes and seconds until touch.
is the only time I really mean I love you I give you what I am and what I have no reference, is the only time in condemning my soul to give it to you and was the only time I had the certainty that accompany me throughout life until the day he is no longer here.
little word of the girl mouse
little word of Miss Mouse 
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