"I think you deserve a brave bastard, you know, one with fewer fears and more pretty words, one with fewer excuses and more I'm going to love you, to care and give flowers like no one ever, one who puts all the heart to that of falling in love with yours, one that he looks at you as if you were his wish fulfilled.
I think you deserve a brave bastard who shouts to the world that there is no woman as fucking precious as his, one who is clear that one like you is not found again in the whole universe, one who falls in love with your gestures, your look, of your smile, your body and even your flaws. I think you deserve a brave bastard who no longer wants to let go, one that from Sunday to Sunday "fix you or not fix you" drops the drool to see you, one who speaks clear of your futures and tells you that nothing would excite you more than be with you in each and every one of them. I think you deserve a brave bastard who takes off your clothes but also the doubts, who makes you feel safe and comfortable twenty-four-seven, one that is what you've always been waiting for from love, one that really doesn't believe the beauty that lies in front of you."
The Brave.
-Emmanuel Zavala
The Brave.
-Emmanuel Zavala
