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6dbb43edfa5641f3c31c53a28bda548cShe would stretch her arms as far as she could and she would say ‘Come, I want to hug you’. I wouldn’t obey instantly, more times than not I would do other things, or I would just want to watch her arms calling for me. She would say ‘Love, I want to hug you and squeeze you and love you, and I want to do it now.’ And she would get so feisty. The sight of her like that was something my eyes could not get enough of. I would surrender to her arms, and she would confirm what both knew already ‘it feels so normal, you, here in my arms.

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I’ll never forget that summer. It was the last summer I visited my aunt. She was old and alone and she lived in this beautiful cottage. I remember that when I first saw it I thought that that has to be how castles look like. But it’s not the cottage that made me remember that summer, nor my aunt. It was she, a beautiful girl, with wild eyes and dreams bigger than her. She taught me how to love, and how to fly a kite. She kissed me the night before I left and all my life I searched for her lips in every kiss, only to lose her memory little by little in every woman. Continue reading