I woke up and I saw her getting ready to go to work, I thought about telling her something, but when I realized she didn't see me awake, I decided to stay silent watching. Concentrated she looked in the mirror and carefully took care of every detail, hair, eyes, tone of skin and contours, sometimes she strayed from her reflection and as who so much already did that understood details that only a woman can understand.

She was beautiful as usual, but not as amazing as when we met or even when she was dressed to go out together. I stayed there, thinking about all the time she took to stay irresistible.

I kept thinking about how many times I forgot to tell her how much she was wonderful. That morning I pretended to be asleep and when she came up to kiss me goodbye I threw her surprise for my side of the bed, looked in her eyes that seemed to understand nothing and I said, " I'm sorry when I forget to tell you You are the most beautiful woman in the world.

I'm lucky that she chose me she just smiled, with the same amazing smile as usual and that I did so long I didn't value the **** custom. That morning that came out to work I felt a great nostalgia for her, a nostalgia that I didn't feel a while ago.

I really realized how lucky I was to have her at my side and the luck I had to understand that without losing her.