Bed

Because he believes in miracles, miracles begin to happen. Because he is
sure that his thoughts can change his life, his life begins to change. Be
cause he is certain that he will find love, love appears.

~ Paulo Coelho, The Manual of the Warrior of the Light

(A monologue of a single self-confessed hopeless romantic) 

The shortest distance of me from you is my bed because, I’ll just close my eyes, stare at the same stars you are looking at and voila, we are at the same place at the same time.

And ow, I don’t have to pretend that you are beside me. I don’t miss your warm and tight embrace either. For, my pillow are your arms and my blanket is your body, wrapping me tenderly, transforming my lonesomeness into a cheerful loving heart.

So, no worries…

But, when will you come home?

my constant reminder that unconditional love do exist