Letter to The One:
My dear one... when you will meet me...I wish you would take me home after a nice walk in the park and then you would tell me: You should go in. Sleep good. Have good dreams.
Me: Yes...I will go in first. And you get home safely.
Then I walk away... and you watch me going in, happy you see me safe at home...and sighing because you will have to count the minutes till you will walk me again home.
Till then I shall wait and take that path towards my house alone but imagining I'm already holding your hand.
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