// Wind. Wind is like people. It comes, it ‘visits’ you, it gets stronger or it just get gone. It can make you freeze. But it also can make you warm. And you need to know which one is which. Just like people. Some may manipulate you. Some may be the best people in your life.//
We went to the balcony.
I felt a bit cold, because I forgot to take my sweater. skit. Even it was summer, here, at the lighthouse the wind was pretty strong. It always happens.
Måns noticed that I was a bit cold and I needed something to get warmer. And he gave me his black leather jacket.
-But won’t you get cold?
-Don’t worry about me, I’m used to this weather!
-Tack.
Mostly, I like the wind. Even love. But now the wind is so strong. Why do you do this, wind? I mean, it’s a sunny beautiful summer day and I’m walking with Måns, but you come out of nowhere? Please?
Wind is like people. I needed to check the weather on my phone. Or at least feel, because I was outside. I need to know, which wind is which. I need to see, which person is kind; and which is going to manipulate me as a theater doll. I can’t see that.
We was looking to the beautiful panorama of Klaipėda. I mean, it was stunning. Plus the sun was going down, and that made the panorama even more beautiful.
I looked at him.
At his brown hair.
At his brown eyes, full of joy.
At his smiling lips.
At his brown beard.
At his stunning figure.
He was even more perfect than that small village Klaipėda’s panorama.
Why did I just call Klaipėda a small village? Take Stockholm and Klaipėda. Just compare their sizes. I hope you understand now.
I looked him in the eyes and, without thinking, my hand reached out for his hair. I stroke it softly, it was soft, so fluffy! Måns looked surprised, but then he stared back, a smile playing around his lips. I didn’t know who of us were more suprised of the other reaction: me or Måns. I got a warm feeling in my chest from that teasing smile he had. I took my hand back and looked away, feeling my cheeks burning. I wanted to say sorry, but I couldn’t. He giggled, turned his face to panorama, enjoying the sight of Klaipėda. He’s so cute.
Later he turned his head and said:
-Thank you for today! I really liked walking with you and Charlotte, even we just met in the airport!
And he gave me a kiss to my cheek. Into a light of thousand stars. But I didn’t need any star. My star was shining next to me. Måns was my star. Even he’s never going to be mine. I guess.. we’re friends. Even we met today. But we spent all day together.
My cheek went red.
-You’re so cute, when you’re blushing!
Now all my face went red. I was like a tomato. Fully riped tomato.
But I still wanted to ask such a random question.
-MÅÅÅNS..?
Gawd. My voice sounds like I drunk five glasses of beer. I felt like drunk. Oh yes, drunk fangirl mode activated. I can't stop it.
-What?
-Are….
-Are what?
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finally, new part! hopefully, next part will be posted next week. ♡
as always, special thanks to:
Jelena_Popovic_ES1 - for consulting with Swedish language;
SaraGrootjen - for checking the mistakes & for always cheering me up;
historyPuppet13 - už viską, hehe. už palaikymą, pagalbą ir visas kitas detales;
Michjeje - for the inspiration from your story. it's just amazing and i love it so much. there aren't the words for your story. it's just really professional & one of the best of stories i've ever read.
and, drivdit, i'll try to write & fix my story as fast as i can. ♡
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with love,
-šøžå. 🌼
