Then. As I knew they were going to open another window of praise, I don't like the term evaluation, I don't evaluate, I praise, so here they are. Spending time with you is good and bad. Bad because it ends, good because it's worth every second. You don't exist, you are beyond expectations, beyond dreams. I won't get tired of praising you, this little writing is just a frustrated attempt to come close to saying who you are. I'm lost in lyrics and thoughts. You confused them, you messed them up, you left me stunned by your beauty, speechless. Beautiful. Beautiful. Beautiful. And how many beautiful fit. See you later, cute (understand right)