Ora de romana. Somn. Amintirile navalesc intr-o cascada de detalii si un fior scurt imi cutremura tot corpul. Seara de sfarsit de august...
"... sometimes you just don't know how to stop. You got me on going with you, got me enjoying what I had with you. All of the sudden you tried to go away, came back, went away, came back again, and again and again, and again, so that you got me in a freakin' carousel of feelings, ocean of anger and a wave of destruction. Got me going crazy in the way that love makes you go, and then, the inevitable fall coming right after you get on the top of the hill, dreaming you're on top of the clouds and seeing how it all goes round and round and round again.
I got that warm fuzzy felling while he held me in his arms. Remembering the scent of his cologne, clean clothes and fresh sheets, vanilla and maybe some cinnamon, and a little bit of spices, just to lighten up the tempo...
His shirt is still lying around my room and his scent is still haunting my memory,making me remember each moment, each word, each stupid joke, each touch and every failed try to tickle, ending with a play fight and a long cuddle and a tender kiss... made me think it'll last forever...
You told me in a soft, but wicked whisper as a tickle scene is off " You're my first official girl, and maybe even the last one ". Of course, I felt like I was melted in the pillow I was sitting on, and then recalling the things you said in the beginning of the night, watching that damn cryable 'P.S.: I love you' movie "evertime I wake up, all I want to do is see your face" ...
