One stranger, Vienna and her

A long week behind her. Cold Vienna weather. An empty bed. You are on the train from Berlin. Late Thursday night. Waiting for the doorbell to ring.

- Hey, can you send me once more the exact address, please? I'll be there in a few minutes, hope you're still up.

Excited, shy and scared. Your smile made her knees soft, but still, she is standing on her feet. You're here. Trust fed by the vibe of your souls made her open the doors of her home. She recognised You.

The awkward first meeting, a strange feeling in your chests. After a long time, she felt safe and warm. The extra bed in her room was an invite but not a solution for these two tired souls. You talked. You talked a lot. With every single story of yours, her heart melted and her arms reached out to You. The minds connected. The magic happened and created a beautiful, safe and warm zone. The atmosphere of an island was created. Their bodies fell in a delirium state.

She left You to sleep and went into her day.

Strange, honest and new. You picked her up at the metro station after her day. You walked next to each other. A simple gesture made her smile and forget about the stressful day behind her. Food, some tea and curled up into your arms she let go of all her doubts. It happened. Two souls which travelled for a long time through the universe met finally. She looked into your eyes and You knew...

- Let's go to bed?

But what you meant to say was: Let's swim to our island. The rest for the body doesn't necessarily mean the rest for a lonely spirit. She needed to feel You. The fluids boiled up in two cold bodies, tired of travelling through time. Tired of the eternal search. The motion got energies to collide. Just 789 hugs to go. One night left.

She left You to sleep and went into her day. Kissed your forehead.

Sleepy, hugged and hopeful. Perfect autumn day. Viennas' streets are made for long walks and fairy tales by the Danube. She took your hand and showed you some corners of her love. Pure inspiration. Her head on your shoulder, a romantic ride back with the tram. She interrupted the silence.

- Pancakes can solve everything.

- Even stop an overthinker overthink?

- Hm, maybe with an additional kiss on a chick?

- I can help there gladly my lady.

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First morning together. Her bright eyes search your approval to wake you up. You cover your face. She needs coffee. Sunday is her favourite day. The smell of goodbye is in the air. She is sad and scared. She is overthinking and thinking over. You pull her closer. Hide her from the world. The time is irrelevant under your arms. You are on the island. Give her some inspiration and tenderness. The feeling of belonging into your arms is so powerful that she forgets to exist, but not to think. You got dressed. You prepared a meal for your lady. Booked a train ticket.

- I like your skirt.

- Thanks. Don't go.

- You know I have to.

- Okay.

- I know that "okay". Okay? Promise?

- I promise. I hate goodbyes.

- It's not a goodbye it's a "see you later".

You were never a stranger to her soul. You don't know how to describe the energy, the feeling, the touch, using human language. Familiar. Inspiring. Brave.

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Let's give it a shot?