DonutWorry

I was cleaning out my bag and discovered the chocolate piece Swiss gave me during my flight home on 11th December. I’d saved it to give to her because I know she loves them, and completely forgotten. I wonder if it still tastes as sweet.

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Remember when I read Rumi’s little book of Unseen Poems to you on FaceTime, when you were sick in bed at your family home in Barcelona?

I think you fell asleep pretty quickly, but I read 41 pages of mini poems to you anyway (I know this because I just rediscovered the page marker). I carried on reading to you because who knows, maybe you could still hear the words in your subconscious.

If you could, you’d be absorbing some extra little words of love, letting them water your soul. Because everybody needs love, don’t they?

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I remember dancing with her in the restaurant near the China Garden by Lake Zurich — there was no music, but people watched as we moved for a moment to our own rhythm. I remember the way she looked at me then, with love and with admiration. It made me feel like the best version of myself — completely invincible and yet fragile at the same time. I wish I’d had time to dance with her like this more often.

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