•Lei e lui.L'acqua e il fuoco•

•Lei e lui.L'acqua e il fuoco•

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“Due ragazzi.Semplici.Appartenenti a due mondi totalmente diversi.Conosciuti per caso.Uno stronzo, l’altra tanto fragile.Uscivano entrambi da una storia d’amore senza lieto fine,chi per un amore non corrisposto,chi per un ragazzo troppo impegnato a divertirsi per innamorarsi.E si trovarono per caso,sarà stato il segno del destino a far incontrare due persone che non credevano più nell’amore? Lei,con il suo muro troppo alto da poter scavalcare,cercò con tutta sé stessa di non apparire troppo dolce. Lui,dall’altra parte,cercava di fare di tutto per portarsela a letto.Ognuno aveva uno scopo:lei non farsi male,lui farci l’amore.I mesi passarono,i ragazzi cambiarono e con loro i sentimenti che provavano.Si sentivano così uguali, così in sintonia.Due ragazzi che non credevano più in niente solo per non star male di nuovo,si erano trovati.Era destino che quei due ragazzi s’innamorassero.Era destino che quei ragazzi non si lasciassero,così fragili e così immensamente innamorati.”
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