Mums būs mazs rūtains pārklājs, ko uzklāt uz zemes un grozs pilns ar gardumiem. Kaut kur fonā skanēs viegls roks un mūsu mīļākās dziesmas, un dziedāsi Tu, jo tā būs skaistāk (un tā mēs neaizbiedēsim nabaga putnus, kas čivinās tepat pie auss). Rīgas centrs, Pļavnieki vai galīgi lauki, vienalga, tur būsim mēs un es Tevi mīlēšu ar katru elpas vilcienu un katru zemenes kumosu.


Sunday, February 7, 2016

And then I woke up..

And then I woke up.. feeling restless.

This was one of the longest nights of my life. I have not felt so emotionally bare, so confused as I did tonight.
But I still wouldn't give this up for the world. Having you next me is a bliss.

I thought that I would be furious that I have to go on a business trip the first thing after you come back.
But it works out just fine. I need the time to calm my nerves.
You are funny that way. You stay silent and wait for the storm to pass.
And I like you so much more for it. I resent saying words on an anger spike that I'd regret later.

Glad you are home.
Does this feel like home to you?
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