WARNING: This post is dedicated only to my baby. So, only she can read it. But if you’re gunna be that stubborn, I’d suggest you to read it at your own risk. Side effects would be to puke continuously or shit your pants.
Baby, I really adore such a lovely weather when I’m with you. It’s been raining, gently. And the brush of the breeze makes me want to lock my arms around you. Because we don’t have any other seasons here, this is probably the sweetest time to get cuddly―maybe even more. But.. Well, since you couldn’t stay for a minute more, let me take you back to 5:43, after we had our scrummy meal, when we were just sitting in the car, listening to some soothing music. And as you said something cheesy, you sent a special kind of warmth right to my heart. And as my eyelids were getting so heavy I could only mumble, you came closer to kiss me. Remember? I never thought it’d be so nice. That minute was so peaceful and… just… so nice. So don’t ever forget that moment. Alright, before I’m about to end this passage, I’d like you to know that the best thing that has happened in my life is to fall asleep in your arms and to the sound of rain, and waking up next to you to the sound of rain, too. I love you, precious.
ps. Oh, and I love your morning hugs and kisses too.