Listening to an İtalian waltz, your presence lingers all around. It feels as you described before, like you are standing right behind me, smiling.
Sometimes İ am so glad that walls can't talk, so many secrets they keep hidden.
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That waltz does not leave my ears. Every single one of the I remember and will do so until I die. And yes, it is bettet that the walls don't talk. Not only to others, but us too.
Today half of my day was with the serpent half of it with the workaholic. Serpent Jr. And sir talkalot were away. It was so tiring. I saw a piece of your handwriting, it made me happy. Why I like it so much, I will never know but it doesn't matter I guess :)
Just be careful, dearest.
Will do, still it's hard to keep a poker face all the time...
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