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Do you understand the lack you make me? Even with so much beauty around me, I constantly find myself thinking about her beauty, her eyes, her lips, her face, her hair, her smile. Thinking about how you are. Thinking of how you please, how not to pester you, what you like and what you do not like. Do I already know you well enough to get things right? I do not think so, at least not yet. Despite having a few directions there is still a lot to get there. But I'm in the way! And how good it was yesterday to see you (even when you were locked in funny poses), to be able to understand right as you are and to make sure that I am still in your memory. We even discovered new scars! And in the end, I leave your room exhilarated, wanting you more and more!

I am missing the laughter that is lost in your mouth, the portrait that becomes so infinite that we lose, the desire to lower my eyes when falling asleep and dream of you. I want to hear you softly, to lose myself by taking me in your arms. Living our fairy tale in Bergen, Trondheim or Flåm, as soon as the rain decided to stop wetting our window. I guarantee you that the glasses would be blurred by our breath, the reason, ah well you know ... I must always tell you that I'm fine, although I miss you, although desperately lost here without you. When you say sweet words to me, every day, it touches me. I'm sure you know me absurdly well, because you know exactly what I need, as I need. You know that the affection of your "hug" changes my day, my nights and dare to say that it has already changed my life. My inordinate incantation for you, makes me so "frozen", frozen and without reaction, but the connection also sabotaged us Hehe