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I saw the unforgiving cruel December ones own personal winter bares.
I saw you standing in the midst of grass underneath the birds' paths facing the sea.
I took you down the path where only I go myself. I guess, even if insignificant, it still was a fundamental change. 

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There is still a strong physical response, when suddenly you appear in the yogurt isle. Not necessarily a good one, but yet an exciting one.
Surprise, surprise and I get so nervous, i'm stuttering... even after all the months, after sunday, after sunday.
Summer is here, become the storm I'm waiting for.

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I can feel real life affection growing. It's endearing.

It will be time to confess soon.

To myself, not to anyone else, at first. To admit the truth, to succumb to it and... hope for the best. 

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With Love...
Undecided!
Not just yet...

One has to finish letters off with a figure of speech.

So the lovely King sits next to Peonies.

But now I am intrigued even more then usual.

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It was up there, with the sunshine, when I was content, functioning and invincible. The only thing that should have brought me down was heartache... But it never came.
Instead I gradually came into the low and stopped. Again.
I guess it's time to start climbing up once more. After all - it is sunny!