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You used to tell me that you didn’t like it when I played with it, but I knew that it was the opposite. I've had chosen the colors of the blooms specifically for them to match with the colors in your hair. I still remember how you smiled when I told you that. A smile that was so personal of you, in which your blue eyes turned more slanted than they already were. Those eyes that keep me up all night. We were laying in the green grass of a wide field. You’ve fallen asleep with your arms under your head. The shadows from the trees played with your tender face. The sun was illuminating your nose.  ‘Cou-cou’ I whispered as I caressed the hairs in your forehead. Looking at you while you were sleeping brought me peace. Although sometimes I couldn’t resist. I couldn’t resist touching you, adoring your voice speaking about video games or about the following step in your career. Or maybe just your presence. You woke up and started blinking several times. The sun was bothering you in your eyes, so you closed them again while a raspy sound came from your throat. I touched you again, ‘chérie, réveille-toi.’ ‘Mm?’ Was all I obtained for an answer. I knew that you didn’t understand my french phrases but they seemed sweet to you. But right now you weren’t paying any attention. I gave up and decided to do the same as you. I took one of your hands and intertwined our fingers. Now they were above our heads. I kissed your left cheek and succumbed into a soft dream, surrounded with the sound of the birds, the heat and the cold from the sun and the shadows. And at last, surrounded with the love of whom I was in love.