If I had a talking picture of you,
I would run it every time I felt blue,
I would sit there in the gloom,
Of my lonely little room,
And applaud each time you whispered:
'I love you, love you!
(c)

It's amazing how simple things can be magical if they're done together. Drinking cofee or street walking, or even shopping.
I hate shopping. All this "Oh my god, do I look fat in this? And in this?".
And this, this and even this you look great, just leave me alone.
But are WE doing shopping? Nah, we are searching for adventures and finding treasures.
Don't we?

It's a pity, you come to my city rarely, once a month.
But it feel like a great Happening if you do. Thank you for that.

Am I talking about love too much recently?
Maybe, it's just weather. It'll pass.