I love this scent... it's like a reminder that everything will be fine. Everything is still ahead. No one writes to me at this hour. And there is a special charm in this. I turn on quiet music, brew a strong latte, take the mug with both hands... and sit by the window. I just look at the city. It wakes up, and inside - silence.
You would definitely smile if you saw me now: disheveled hair, coffee foam on my lips and a warm look... as if I'm waiting for someone. And maybe it's true. Maybe somewhere inside I already feel that someone will wake up and also think about me.
Will think... and write.
I'm not running after anyone. But I'm open. And if you're reading this now, know: your good "good morning" can be the beginning of something warm. Real.
And very much ours.