I wonder how biology can explain the physical pain you feel in your chest when all you want to do is be with someone.
Pjesmu možemo pjevati sve dok se ne pronađemo u njoj…
Tada počinje da boli.
I think people spend too much time staring into screens and not enough time drinking wine, tongue kissing, and dancing under the moon.
I want to kiss her.
Not because I want to feel the softness of her fair lips or the warmth of her breath as she exhales against me.
I want to kiss her because I can’t think of any other way to fully express the beauty that she is. I want her to know that I see her as perfect. That she is perfect.