This summer I'm traveling with you. We met in November, and it all started as a joke. Now we are talking three times a week, and it seems I've known for years. Although when I see, I'm not able to speak, just look at you and I have vertigo. You say you want to be my cat and lick my neck. You come into my dreams with your beard, and I wake up happy. Where is sold
patience?
I love you.
