I amor you...

Guy's point of view


(Here's the take on relationships from a guy's POV. NOT MINE)

From a guys point of view:

We don't care if tu talk to other guys.

We don't care if you're friends with other guys.

But when you're sitting siguiente to us, and some misceláneo guy walks into the room
and tu jump up and tackle him without even introducing us, yeah.

It doesn't help if tu sit there and talk to him for ten minutos with out
 even acknowledging the fact that we're still there.

We don't care if a guy calls you, but at 2 in the morning we do get a 
little concerned.

Nothing is that important at 2 a.m. that it...

This is not my work. All credit goes to J-Roc on Yahoo Answers.

Love is waking up every morning and that person is the first thing on your mind. It's when tu would do anything to see them smile and it breaks your corazón so much to see them cry that tu cry with them. It's when tu want them to be happy even if it's not with you. amor is when every song tu hear reminds tu of them and every place tu see makes tu think of somewhere you've been with them. It's knowing that tu want to spend every minuto of every hora of every día of every año for the rest of your life trying to make that person...

He woke up with a jump.

Dammit. Not again.

He had been dreaming about her. It happened every time he thought he was getting better. It seemed like she didn’t want to be forgotten. She kept finding her way into his mind. He sat up in the dark, shaking. He knew he wouldn’t be able to sleep in the cama for a while again. Too many memories there. Too many thoughts of her wrapped around him under the covers. He couldn’t handle it. Once she got into his head, it took weeks for him to drive her out again.

He went out into the cocina and got some water. Then he stared at his reflection in the...