March Cetro. Smile always, my love (№ 53420)

My every thoughts of you, my whole day, from morning swim to night eye cream is all for you, so you were proud that I was beautiful. Even those stupid words that I write in the days when we're not Dating, strung one after another on a string, like mushrooms for drying... even the words I write because they delight you. And the clothes... don't you think you seriously that I always walk around in evening dress, with irises in his hands? Just to entertain you with the weird outfits, my soul.