I Love To Give Gifts
I love to give gifts, because I want to see who I love happy. No matter how simple the gift is, it will be with a piece of my heart. And I just hope they take care of this little piece that is theirs. The most important is not the gift itself, despite being selected with all possible kindness, time, love and caring, it is something material, but what it represents. It goes beyond the material meaning.
Usually, I like to make homemade gift, but when the time is short, I end up searching for the little piece of joy that I give, that tells a story. Sometimes this piece is full of bright, pure purple. Others, the pages come with beautiful writing and a beautiful cover. Some of them have bows, ribbons of the most diverse colors. It's my way of thanking a lot when it doesn’t fit in a hug, no matter how long and tight it is. And if I have enough time, then some bits of joy comes up with my scent followed by special gestures. And the person will know what I wanted to transmit, moments of dreams.
I don’t need to gift gold to know that person is worth it to me. I know that, but each one has a own way of saying "thank you" and "I love you" and this is just mine! I wish they would take any bits of joy sadness that was in the way of people as a balloon flying in the sky, fly so high that no one else can see.
Every gift I give is chosen with tenderness and attention.
Usually, I like to make homemade gift, but when the time is short, I end up searching for the little piece of joy that I give, that tells a story. Sometimes this piece is full of bright, pure purple. Others, the pages come with beautiful writing and a beautiful cover. Some of them have bows, ribbons of the most diverse colors. It's my way of thanking a lot when it doesn’t fit in a hug, no matter how long and tight it is. And if I have enough time, then some bits of joy comes up with my scent followed by special gestures. And the person will know what I wanted to transmit, moments of dreams.
I don’t need to gift gold to know that person is worth it to me. I know that, but each one has a own way of saying "thank you" and "I love you" and this is just mine! I wish they would take any bits of joy sadness that was in the way of people as a balloon flying in the sky, fly so high that no one else can see.
Every gift I give is chosen with tenderness and attention.
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Age:
26-30
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