... makes me long for love." (F. Hyvonen)
- I love the way you smell. - Maria said to me.
- Really?
- I love it, you smell so good!
Once I came to visit her in the hospital, the intensive psychiatric care unit she was in. I didn't sleep the night and didn't shower.
- Well baby, i'm testing you faith today. I didn't shower. - I told her.
- No, I LOVE the way you smell!
She did. I love the way, all the ways she smells too. If I knew I wouldn't see her the next day, I would wear her as a perfume. I no longer do this, but she is everywhere.
She is the air I breathe.
But I am going under. I am learning how to breathe under the water.
Post je objavljen 28.11.2007. u 13:58 sati.