Perfect happiness

Sep 25, 2008 - 01:43 AM PST

Perfect happiness is you and me in an escapade to Griffith Park. Our mini nature drive.

Perfect is your body, its temperature, the color of your eyes and your scent, specially when your clothes are dry, but you have been on the bike all day.
Can I kiss your neck?

Perfect happiness is tempeh cooking, but the one you cook for me, the polenta vegetables are also lovely... Still the one I loved the most is the one you put in a tupper ware and I forgot in the car... Remember? What did we do that day? Was it movies or did you take me to Montmare?
I promised to myself never to go there without you. (Of course the bar doesn't count)

I even think perfect happiness is when you drive and I sleep on the seat.
I like the way you looked at me that day when I woke up by some corner of Hollywood Boulevard and you were just looking at me. I loved that look, I will always know it.

Perfect happiness is an evening of coco nut ice-cream and films that make you cry and then think and think harder... How many movies were on that list we never got to see?
Do you know I miss you?
Do you think that is right?

Perfect happiness is us together... and you feel it too. You know it when it happens.

Thanks for waiting for an hour for me, but I truly forgot your phone number.
If I could wait for over a month to see you, I guess you could wait for an hour, no?
Mi adorado, mio, eres todo mio.
Y tambien lo sabes.