May 24th

My good surprise.

My gift from heaven.

Unexpected, as always, but of which I'm not tired.

I'm not tired of hearing you.

I'm not tired of hoping nor believing that I can forget you, even though both attempts are vain.

I'm not tired of you.

I will never be.

You will always be you.

The one who distinguishes himself from the others.

The one who is unique in an indescribable way.

The one who makes all words vainer than my hopes.

The one who makes me happy or sad but never indifferent.

The one who will never cease to nourish my expectations.