Already after midnight. The room is full of French perfume and quiet Josef Salvat’s – Une Autre Saison sounds. This is one of those nights when I can’t sleep. No matter how strangely and probably stupid it sounds but I’m thinking about love. Yes, about that crazy deep feeling, which can drive you crazy in a trice.
As far as I can remember I was always afraid of everyone who tried to touch my heart. I even had an epithet – ice queen – for a long time. Countless masks and feelings colder than December frost – nobody knew the real me until one day HE found me somehow.
Who could have known that HE will find the way hidden in the center of my chest and slip into my soul so deep? HE believes that the ocean is trapped in my eyes and HE is the only one who can make me forgetting to breathe. HE is the blood in my veins and the light spring wind in my heart. HE is my first waking thought and my last one before sleeping. Feeling him beside me all the time is more natural to me than my own heartbeat and it scares me a little…
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