vrijdag 29 maart 2013


So I left this morning in a rush. We didn’t finish our morning appetite, I didn’t have time to do my hair properly, I was running late for class, or at least I thought I was.

After class, I ran to JJ’s, the coffee place, where I was supposed to meet him. He’s not here, he might be at the library, I’m not sure - I miss him already. I’d love to talk to him, see him, walk towards him with my favorite smile, I would love to look into his eyes, get lost in the way he makes me feel, like yesterday – 

So I asked for a tall French guy, blond, about 1.85 meter high – but they didn’t see him, or at least not this morning. So here I am, waiting. 

(Minutes later) He arrived. Tall, blond, providing me with the best smile ever and a story to tell. My love, I’m so proud of you. Sitting at our table, holding hands and hearts together. My darling, I love you so. 

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