D-14

This is crazy. In 14 days, we are getting the keys of our new appartment. We have been waiting 4 months, it has been killing me and as you may know, I am not good at waiting, but I have to!

Today, we met our bankman and we almost know how much it will cost us to own this flat. We will have a drag for some years, but this is kind of crazy to compare the cost of this flat in comparison to the cost of our living now, in a flat we are hiring: there is almost no difference, so far the economical market is stabil. We don’t know how it will turn and our plan is to pay every loan as soon as possible. Anyway, this felt good today.

I am feeling really in love with M, happy to move in our common appartment (and not just him moving in my flat) and I am also very sentimental about a lots of things. For exampel, yesterday evening, I was reading a book (yeah, it’s getting well that with the smartphone out of the bedroom!) and the story was a little too sad, so I was reading and crying like a little girl. Today, I watched a picture of a friend, who just got a baby, and pouf, I cried, Or this video from a nice wedding and my eyes cried a river. Or Sting when he was young and I transform the living room in a pool. I don’t know why I am so sentimental…

And oh, you get an old Sting for tonight, this is how I feel about M!

Though I’ve tried before to tell her
Of the feelings I have for her in my heart
Every time that I come near her
I just lose my nerve
As I’ve done from the start

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

Do I have to tell the story
Of a thousand rainy days since we first met
It’s a big enough umbrella
But it’s always me that ends up getting wet

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

I resolve to call her up a thousand times a day
And ask her if she’ll marry me in some old fashioned way
But my silent fears have gripped me
Long before I reach the phone
Long before my tongue has tripped me
Must I always be alone?

Every little thing she does is magic
Everything she do just turns me on
Even though my life before was tragic
Now I know my love for her goes on

 

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