Hey everybody! I'm italian and this is my second story... Please, please tell me if you notice some mistake!
Well, what else can I say? Hope you like it!
Enjoy ;) xxx Ari
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Just do it!
If there's something I learned, is that you have to take the opportunities that you got.
You have to believe in your dreams 'till the end of your days and, most important, you have to grow up slowly.
Playing with confetti, dress up for Halloween, and fly down the slides on the swings, with the fresh air that ruffles your hair and the clouds that cloud your view so they're close to you.
You should never stop doing all these things, even when you're forty, even at eighty.
However , most people falls into the usual routine of the old, and this makes them boring, monotonous.
I love laughing and joking, lightening and teasing and most of all, I love making people laugh.
Her laugh was the most beautiful sound in the world to me, especially if I was the cause of that wonderful music.
Held her in my arms and joking with her, teasing as usual and she was writhing in a thousand snorts and grimaces tender. Who would have said that Kate Beckett would have been as a child, in the depths? She was still laughing when I was ruffling her hair and kissed her all over her face, as she tried in vain to take the pillow at the foot of the couch to throw it in my face.
"You know what?" He interrupted me between a kiss and another "I'd never done you a guy so stressful, and I must admit that in the last five and a half years you killed my patience again and again!" I smiled and shook my head.
"You know what," I replied, resuming his own question. She waited patient "I would never have done so tender and childish." I watched her as she made a pout subspecies, which only served to confirm my theory. I gave her a kiss.
"I want an ice cream." She said a little embarrassed… it was 3.30am! I was a bit of putty to that statement, then I smiled, I got up and ran to get our coats. She stared at me, "Rick, I was kidding," I shook my head. "No, you were not kidding. Do you want ice cream? Let's go get ice cream! " she smiled.
"But it's 3,30am" she said.
"So what? A desire is a desire. Want to get ice cream? Just do it! "I replied convinced waving her jacket in front of her face. She smiled and stood up, nodding. "All right, let's go writer."
We got ice cream, with lots of cream and cocoa over, as we both like and we tasted it together, walking hand in hand in New York, which despite the time was always awake.
"What if I told you that I want to go on the swings?" She joked just to see what I would have said. I smiled at her and, of course, I said, "Do it!"
She laughed. There it is. Her laugh, again. My heart skipped a beat, again.
I pulled her with me to the park across the street where there were two swings. We sat down and stood there, staring at the sky and breathe in the scent of the night.
After finishing my ice cream, I fell out of my swing and I went behind her and began to push her swing. She clung to the chains and a magical smile appeared on her face.
Slowly I increased the strength and she went higher and higher. I could imagine his happy expression as she watched the clouds, dreaming of being able to touch them with the tip of his nose as if they were candy.
Again she laughed heartily.
I stopped pushing and I stood in front of her.
"You know what I want now?" She asked. I shook my head curiously, as I watched from the top down and I kept my hands on her shoulders.
"What?" I asked.
"I want to kiss you." She said in a simple way that even a child can't have.
"And you know what I tell you?" She shook her head, laughing, knowing very well what I will said in a few seconds. I smiled too, and then I said, "Do it!"
Do you want something? Go and get it.
Want to do something? Just do it.
What about the others? Don't worry and go on!