I cleaned up my room, made my bed, bought him a single white rose (something that I Love) and a card. Had a bottle of wine chilled. It was the 14th of February...Valentine's day.
I don't believe in big presents on that day, because that's not what it's about for me. I just want to lay in someone's arms, someone who thinks that he should spend that day with no other person than me. Because I am special to him and he is to me.
He came over, he was ill. His face was red, his lips were red and his body was burning. We went to the doctors and his fever was ridiculously high, he had an pneumonia. I talked to the doctor, listened to her advice. Called his mother. I kept him warm. Held his hand and took him home with me.
There is no other place where I would want to be than there with him. He needed me, he was ill and it was my job to take care of him on this Valentines day.
-Images: DeviantArt-
3 comments:
You are most welcome. See, I KNEW you were a song writer at heart. Your words just shine that light. Kussen aan u zoet meisje.
Roy
You were right haha. Well well you speak Dutch? Or are you Dutch?
Something i can learn from your blog!!!!!!!!!!
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