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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 te talk to other guys.

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

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

It doesn't help if te sit there and talk to him for ten minuti 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 te would do anything to see them smile and it breaks your cuore so much to see them cry that te cry with them. It's when te want them to be happy even if it's not with you. Amore is when every song te hear reminds te of them and every place te see makes te think of somewhere you've been with them. It's knowing that te want to spend every minuto of every ora of every giorno of every anno 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 letto 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 cucina and got some water. Then he stared at his reflection in the...