Sweet*

In the horizon a light starts to shine while you open your eyes and you find her tangled around you. You smile and take away the lock of hair that tickled your nose to sleep again.
When you wake up you see a hole instead with a little heart-shapped note:
"Even the best ones fall sometimes and the stars go blue. Even the wrong words and the lies can rhyme. But holding hands we'll get where the wind says, I'll follow you wherever you go, if you lose me I'll be hidden behind you. I love you, baby"
You wake up still with the emotion of her words, but wondering where would she be. You look for her in the kitchen and the bathroom but nothing. You drop to the couch disappointed and remember the note.
-What a long time she's followed me - you think.
Meanwhile, a little furry ball has noticed the breakfast on the table and tries to catch it jumping. Tired of hearing the barkings you go to see what happens to him and it surprises you to find a coffee cup with your initials.
-She and her details...
You drink it slowly, savoring every particle of love that's inside and leave the little puppy lick the last drops, entering the magic inside him too.
You try to turn on the TV without result. In the laptop the isn't Internet connection.
You decide to go for a walk and clear yourself, stranged for the swings in the las minutes. You put your headphones on and start to walk the streets where the night before you both danced slipping under the rain with the smoke of the cigarretes and the kisses with alcohol flavour, like the videoclip of her favourite song. A
A slight vibration in the pocket makes you come back to reality: "I still feel your breathing next to me. Thank you for being here and making all a little nicer".
When you come back you discober the lamppost of your street painted with an "I love you" in everyone. You start to think the reason of all the surprises; Valentine's Day, my birthday... Nothing. It's a Monday like all the others. You finally decide to phone her, but the voicemail answers.
-Fuck! - you shout - Today anything I do is well.
You arrive home and are about to lie down in bed until the lunch time but it's all full of sweets forming an "You are the sweetest boy in the world". You stay several time looking at every corner of every letter. A tear scapes from your eyes just when someone hugs you from behind. She, radiant and inocent, crazy and carefree, beautiful and yours. You hug her back and start to kiss her until you fall to the floor. You caress her hair and retrace her face with your fingertips.
-I adore you. You are perfect.
-Don't leave me never...
And now you're still kissing her when you wake up and before going to sleep; coming back home from work and when you go for a walk; hidden, sweet, hasty, distant, long, short, warming kisses; in the morning, in the afternoon and in the evening; if you're happy, sad or angry; when she askes you or because you want; before, now and forever...

You are the sweetest boy in the world... (St. Jordi '10)