She arrived on her bike. I saw her from the balcony, in an almost Shakespearian state of mind I rushed down in my socks for the first hug in 6 months. There are too many months on a year, there should only be one and we could pretend we'd hug more often. After spending the day in the sort of Sweden that caresses your mind with the girl I hugged for the first time in 8 months, we ended up on her sofa in dimmed lights with a notification in her inbox whispering she is going to the city with many stair cases in September. One could only wish it was a one way ticket.
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