I thought I'd have more time, some time, time.
Where are those pictures I kept all these years? and those teddy bears you gave me centuries ago that I kept in a box? (I told you that I gave them away, but that was not the truth, they were very special to me and I couldn't, I wouldn't get rid of them). Because those things make me think of you (in fact, many things make me think of you).
As usual, I'm under a huge pile of papers, trying to get ready for tomorrow. The painters will invade [again] my place. All those nice things I wanted to see are still in my wardrobe.
I hope I'm coming back on Sunday night and even if the paint is still wet, I want all my things. A glass of wine and all those mementos will surely help me remember every minute we spent together.
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