Tomorrow... No, today. In a few hours. 12 hours and 42 minutes. Then he'll be over. He who knows how to hold me so close that the rest of the world disappears. He who will press his lips so hard to mine that I'll end up gasping for air with a laugh. The happiest laugh that's ever existed. A laugh of joy, excitment and fullfillness. I laugh of love, my friends. It will be my laugh of love to the world, life and him. In particular him.
He is mine and I am his. I can't deny it. We match eachother. We're like the two pieces of a jigsaw puzzle. We're like yin and yang. Me and him, he and I.
B, I love you.
12 hours and 32 minutes. I'm counting.
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