I begin to write here on our little corner, reserverd only for us, and you come by my side, to watch to what i write. You are right here on by myside, smiling. I write, but i feel your closeness and i cant hold back myself to blush. My heart beats fast, when i feel you so close to me, and now in this moment you’re right here. I feel your hand around me. And my light t-shirt moves, cuz you are touching it, this makes me drives crazy. For a second, i must to close my eyes, while your hand continues to touch it, softly. Our parallel world is inside of your touches, you know it, i know it. I try to continue to write, but our feelings sweetly overwhelm us eachother. Your hand ever didnt stop to touch me, while you have watched me, while i wrote. But suddenly, you turn the chair, and you help me to stand up. In front, one of another, our glance meet, and your hands on my hips, and you really slowly approach me. Your shirt meets mine. These rustles, our glances into one in another, my hand placed on your chest, trough your silky shirt. All this in a magical silence, full of our not spoken words, turns on something we only we can feel. Our minds, our hearts, our stomachs, our feelings and emotions, make us get connect, one of another. And we kiss us so passionate. Despite our distance. And only us we can feel it. And all this is something belong to our parallel world, that we, slowly, have created together.
A little whisper fly in the air ‘We will meet us soon’.