Day: had broken into bran new world with fresh odorsMonth: is full and pulls the most precious
Year: I have lost counting
How long have not I been writing?
You know, I think that it has been only few moments since the last log, but now, on reading the one, I realize that I have not talked to you like that in a long time.
You have to know that you are in my thoughts, my flower. I want to become better so much. Do you know why? Because I live for only you and I am sure that our meeting is being prepared there… there – in the greatest valleys of infinity, but we must learn a lot, understand and accept a lot in ourselves.
I want you to believe me, when we meet – not in dreams where I embrace you gently. My dearest flower, my intoxicating dope, I almost smell your beautiful hair. You see, I am sure that I will see you correctly, no mistake – though sometimes I get really scared… what if… what if I had seen you and just went by as through the lily garden passing by another flower… they all are beautiful… but you get to touch only one of them, don’t you? No! I am firm – I know I will see you again because it is written into our destinies.
