It was a cold lazy morning,
Unlike the usual of October mornings,
London is not foggy yet. I can see the rails from the window behind the violet and crimson flowers standing in the glass of water.
Babe, let’s wake up, it’s the weekend.
Babe, I love you.
We can have breakfast now. But maybe we should kiss first.
You can eat these crisps which have the foul odor of the aged cheese, which you admire. Which I hate.
But I love you.
In the meanwhile, I am preparing the stuff we’re taking to the kitchen, I know you want the soft cheese.
The kitchen is warm, we open the window to let the chilly breeze come in, and the smoke of the mint cigs come out.
It feels like dreams, right? Except that it’s real.
I’m frying the eggs and you are chopping the onions.
It became cold.
I love you, darling.
Missy is still sleepy but she’s crawling between our legs.
You loved her. And I love you.
Now let’s plan what else do we need to explore in the city of colors.
But first, let me explore more and more of your body.
Because I love you.
Darling,
To London
To October
To success
To dreams
For our love is immortal.
I love you.