#maybe the awser will come later

[geekky-kawaii]

I lied :D Here the culprit

Be aware of pretty magical (potentially cursed) object lying everywhere

And keep an eye on the rabbit that collect thing to sell them later ;)

[lost-in-a-sunflower-field]

14:47

I feel bad again, I miss my summer lover. I will tell our story. Hope you like it. We met in april. I was a fucking mess and he was a sunshine. I was heartbroken and for me, eternal love was a myth. He told me he wasn't sure to have ever loved. We saw each other for the first time at the bar. He talked about bees and how he loved them. He talked about travel and studies and sciences and pure interests in this world. He had beautiful eyes. So blue, I drowned a lot in them. We talked till 3 in the morning at his place, with a beautiful view on the city. We laughed and shared music. He was as curious as me and made me discover things that were so pretty. At the end of the night, I fell in his arms. We did not made love we just explored each other bodies. I loved his way of taking it slow. We would kiss for hours, touch, share our space. We weren't lover, we weren't sexfriend either. We cooked together and made love all night so many times. I was always tired when i lived his bed but, lifted from all the hurt I had in life. Then in june it was time to leave. We shared a week together before going back to our parents place. The dream was over. But we texted. We texted so much, I loved reading about his days. We sent pictures of our places. Pics of my travels. He forgot books at my place, I red them all, I fell in love with his way of folding the corner of the pages. It was the opposite of mine. Then he asked if i wanted to travel again by crossing the country to see him. Of course i did. I spent the best week end of my entire summer. I remember his eyes looking at me. I remember the tender "I love you" in the night. I wanted to awser "I love you too" but my words ripted. So I wrote it on his back. So many times. I wrote every letters with the tip of my fingers. I never knew if he felt them on his back. We hid a lot that week end. Holding hands in the dark, under the sand, stolen kisses in the dark, love making in a tent. I wanted to spend the eternity in his arms. But we were sunday night and we had to come back to reality. I leaved. I wanted to soflty say in his hear the 3 little words. But my heart told me not to. I saw him again in my town a few days later. The flat was ours, no need to hide. But I couldn t say the 3 words either. Because soon he was leaving again. For good. Maybe forever. I had no chance to see him since and I miss him so damn much. I just want to write how much I love him on his back again.