Y'a pas d'p.

It's so good to get feelings back. Feelings that were lost and forgotten through these months of mourning and hopelessness. Waking up with the sun, high-speed cappuccino drinking to save bathroom-time, better dreams. Recognize myself in him, change the minor detail in a conclusive clue, the smallest hand stroking in a proof of love, the shorter glance in a first-move attempt. I'd like to tell him "what are you waiting for ?" and "i feel better with you" but my memories forbid it to me. A new start, new words, that's of sound mind. We're nothing for the moment, certainly not rabbits. But We are. Cantwaitformonday.