waits patiently for your arrival. You've been on the road all day, but on my mind all night. I watch you drive in without knowing I'm here.
Thousands of miles once separated us, but now our simple inhibitions are the only thing left standing between us.
Although I've been waiting outside the hotel for over two hours, just now I notice how crisp the air has become and shiver so slightly.
Perhaps not from the cold, but the anticipation of your touch. Before I can even formulate a proper greeting in my mind, it has already
run ahead of me and found us lying side by side, laughing as if we've been together for years. I can picture it as clear as the red neon
sign just inches from my face, illuminating me for you to see, if you only look this way. Can déjà vu not be real?
I swear we've met before, or better. I can feel your love, your passion, your warmth, but why can I not remember how it feels to hold you?
This mysterious powerful memory nearly gives me the courage to walk up and kiss you 'hello' as if you are already expecting it.
How foolish of me! I quickly snap back to reality as your engine shuts off and the light inside your car comes on.
You are beautiful. Everything I like about you overtakes my thoughts. Your smile is vivid, your eyes shine, and your hair glows.
Oh, how badly I want to run my hands through your hair, pulling your head into my chest as you lean in to listen to my heart beat for you.
I remember your laugh, and your dreams unfold again before my eyes. You are full of wisdom and inspiration and have captivated me for life.
Looking into your notes to me I've captured in my mind, I can see the future unfold. Here you are now, about to begin the next chapter of
your life... and how lucky I am to be a part of it, and how proud and happy to see you accomplish what you set out to do. There is no other
place in this world I would rather be than right here, right now, with you. Prague awaits us not too far away. Dinner at the castle is set.
We eat, drink, and laugh, but all the while, think only of the next moment we can touch each other again.
... I can't remember the last time I read something that has consumed me like this
I can swear I felt the coziness and warmth your fireside invites me with
We set out from Lobkowicz and stroll along the Vltava, stopping from time to time to greet a citizen and indulge in a bit of homemade
Rakija they swiftly procure from a backyard distillery. I swear, the taste of this sweet liquor is nothing like drawing it from your lips.
The coziness of the city, the warmth of your companionship, and the possibilities the future hold breathe an amazing new life into me!