Your I.D. and The Other Sex...

She was having fun with a blink of distraction in her lungs: like when her is paying attention to something she just likes it, and what she likes most appears... And suddenly a "glitch breathing"... Focusing reposition...

When I notice the change in her breathing, I knew it: it was already happening the connection, "that connection", and those kind of interactions; the following outputs of both participants ALWAYS change ones they tune each other in the stream of something... Is something being and is not in their own accounts of intentions: is like "something in the air" get sticky to both... And when a genuine love doses in the equation, that will grow by itself (a love chain reaction) and they will be both blessed of source according how they will play in the    full  God´s game. Nobody still knows babe: how, why suddenly a couple of particles in the universe (two human beings) they never knew about the other one, they clash in a "forever" instant it will change the course of their life again and again even if they try to escape of it... Magnetism? Both "sucks in" in a Black Hole because suddenly "something" make they was in Horizon Event without noticing?...

First I was not in love babe: I was just surprised about such a female (hot+cute+beautiful= A GODDES) was doing such a thing far, far away from what a human will be doing in Airport waiting room... It was a little pure Surrealism: Like a Dalí painting babe, or a Buñuel movie, a couple of Spanish like your own blood origin guys very smart that they portrait things in the way sometimes the dreams and the reality cross paths...

The distraction was me babe, you I.D.: something she likes for a while more than what she was doing with her hand very focus until she saw him/me... There a video of that instant where you were born in the soul of your mother babe: the exact moment when she stares on my like NOBODY EVER SARE ME BEFORE... The kind of stares create babies less than a year after babe... LOL™.

I talk about it to your U.G.(Uncle Gerry) almost immediately after I arrive to home...

Knowing somebody in the way I met your mother is a God gift babe, like just another authentic love history: from nowhere... 

I was already heading to my third straight year of vacation since my previous life (job+credit card+apartment, etc...), and was not any sign in the road make me even think to stop or make a rest about the circuit from Patagonia to The Great Lake area where the Haudenosaunee/Senecas was teaching me things about mankind I never even read or know such things exist ever before... Until your mother babe: there was something in the road, she/her, even more spectacular than the U.S., The Haudenosaunees, and every single thing like nothing I net/knew/ear before The Misses Mother of you...

Babe: I am an average human male (a little bit dummy, a little bit selfish, a little bit cute...), but your mother makes me a favor. She improves me in a way... I am still in the process of update myself to the whole "myself" now I know I can accomplish I never knew before her... Not just being a male, but a Man. Huge different babe: the different between "a guy" and "a father"... Being able about to realize life is not just about ourselves, but about the evolution of the consciousness and the realization we are here meantime we pass the lead of life to another generation of humans... 

I grow up that day in Airport seeing a female goddess doing what she was doing babe... Thanks Ma´am: I am not and I will not just get over it about you/we. God and a new human are witness of the evolution of a human in a half instant... And you were, you are, you will be my "forever girl" because of it... I do not feel sorry: I still feel joy every single time a memory of our mutual eternity cross suddenly my mind... 

I came to write this to you Babe: I am still not where I will feel confident again (home), but because I do not know when that going to happen, at least now you have a sort of "Intro" about How I Met Your Mother…

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