17/10 08:09 Sunday morning

Waking up on Sunday morning, without Her, without hope, without sense, to spend whole day alone on doing nothing, when you found our already what is real Happiness, is useless. 

Its very cold, but of course in one hour I will go to Kochanowskiego turned 23, just for a while to feel Her closer, to look at windows on 10th floor, to see Her face there. To walk on the paths when we were walking together hand by hand. To go to the playground and Ask: Juleczka, how many people on playground?

Have a good Sunday Sweetie...