The smell of sunlight in the livingroom. Open windows. The warmth in early rays of spring sun. Particles of dust undetermined, with morning in their hair and eyes, not sure what happened. Asking eachother questions like "what happened?" and then being taken away by a moving leaf before they get any sort of useful answer. On days like this winged insekts are really irritating.
It is the kind of heat from the sun that is only warm when it hits something solid. The air is cold but on your face it is warm. Perfect day for a cat to lay and do nothing but enjoy.
want to meet you
hold you, kiss you
Principessa Julia.
You have my heart. Not because i gave it or because you took it. It is not like that at all. It just is like this spring day. Suddenly it was here my door is open, the smell is fantastique, the cat is enjoying the sun is warming me. I love you smukke. I love you in a way i dont know how to say, or do or show. I love you Principessa.
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I love you too skateste
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