I already told you this a couple of times but I will repeat again - I love your style, the external and internal state of being brave, the sensual marriage of words, often where you'd rarely expect such strong match between them.

You ask me when do I feel love? That would be now - my re-infactuation in you, feeling inspired with awe. You have a gift and I'm really lucky that our paths crossed and I have you in my bocceluta. Now you can keep inspiring me with awe, even when you're far away.