When honey is good...

... the bee always comes back.

I just don't know if I'm the bee or the honey. It's hard to say right now. Maybe both.

The past, our past, was so significant for me. You can't imagine how important you were.

I waited so long for that date. You put a meaning on my Sunday. When you hugged me in the kitchen, I was crying. I missed you so much I couldn't express.

I still feel your touch on my body, your kiss on my lips, your taste on my tongue. Only you could make me like something I usually don't. Everything with you is different.
I knew I would fall in love with you again. I can't help. You make my heart beat in a different frequency.

Last Sunday you came back to me. I hope you don't stop now.