I’m in that field, so many colors I can see. It’s a sunflower filed, sunny day, warm weather, chilly wind.

I’m imagining you by my side. I know you love sunflowers. I’m crowning you with violet roses. It complements that ribbon of roses on to your wrist.

“Queen Violet, would you be my guest for today “, I said, Taking your hand to seat you.

We are holding hands in the middle of that field, drinking some warm hot chocolate, looking at each other.

I just met you but I love you.

I love those details on your skin. My hands memorize each one more than my eyes can do.

I love your voice, your silly laugh, and your not silly laugh. I love those small cherry lips, those shivering small movements are my favorite, so elegant and cute.

I’m pulling the curtains of the sky. The sun is sending her kisses to you before she goes. The moon is our gentle company for the night.

I’m gathering all the stars together to form a screen. It plays your favorite movie that I don’t know yet.

Your hiding in my arms, hiding from the life cruelness, from your inner fears, your self frown.

I notice it. I kiss your hands every time, you feel that way. I try to suck those feelings away from you.

I rub your forehead gently onto my lap. I know that you need proper treatment. I’m treating you like my baby girl. Whispering your favorite stories until you go to sleep.

I have a surprise for you. There’s a plane waiting for us at midnight. Only the two of us are invited. I’m the pilot and you are my beautiful assistant.

I arranged all the flowers to have your face. And put a star in each one.

I will always remember your reaction at that time, so blessed, secure and so in love with me.