„Our man"

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I close my eyes and a boy appears every time...I'm dreaming about a boy...with snowy-blonde extremely fluffy hair like a cloud, a kind-hearted look on his breathtakingly perfect face...How? How is he so uncontrollably magnificent?
I look at him and his whole atmosphere just stays in the back of my mind forever and ever.
He's just so magical...one world from him would be a miracle or a disaster to me.
Me. And Him. Lot of common things, but he's an angel.
A true angel.

I imagine that we sit on a bench in the morning, with a coffee and a cigarette, talking about the little stupid things in life...
You. Talking. To me. It's a living heaven to imagine...You, a hella fluffy angel and me. There's nothing so special about me, but You're so...just incredibly magical and I can't say it in words how perfect and mysterious You are...I wanna talk to You like a friend, like a known human, just talk. I want to run my fingers through Your hair, to search each other after every lesson, to bring You food and drink. To be there for You. I want to...

2022.09.20.

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