When my blood gets warm and my hands get cold, and I start to stutter and tremble, I know, you’re here.
Then my heart starts jumping and it almost get to my mouth, my stomach is compressed – so full of butterflys. I’ve got so many things to tell you, but I just forget everything when you’re close to me. I stop breathing, I swear, I can only feel your smell… I start working inside my head, trying to find something to say, an ideia, trying to find a way to ask you to stay… But I can’t think, and soon you’re gone, and soon it’s too late.

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