Ce que l'on appelle aimer

I lay my face into your neck.

I have never write such words. But something happened between us, and I became romantic.

The last day, he will told me that he has dreamt, fantasized, imagined our love for so long, and being amazed to have lived a reality even more beautiful than all his dreams and fantasies. He will add I have been happy for six weeks. Very happy.

And then he will leave.

But I don't know this yet.