Stef

He was sitting in front of Starbucks of Brussels Central with an ankle-on-knee leg cross.
I was captivated by his radiant smile.
He smelled like ambergris, sea, and citrusy.

Weeks have passed, it feels like I met him just yesterday.
Up until now, he still smells the same.

What differs is perhaps that I almost spent my weekends with him and his family.
With his papa plays ABBA when I’m around,
His mama offers pralines in the afternoon,
His sister, her letter, with his name and my name on it.
My winter feels warmer than I thought it would be.
He gave me a “home” away from home…

Het beste gevoel is als je naar hem kijkt, en hij is al nar je aan het staren.
I feel loved.

Stockholm and All that Jazz

I spent almost a week in Stockholm. Within just three days, I become familiar with the city. 

I would love to go back though, but not alone this time, I guess.

Funny that my favorite thing to do in Stockie was probably doing nothing. Just walked in to the random café, having saffransbullar and a cup of coffee.

I just wished I didn’t do it all alone.

Well, I met some new friends, of course. 

But again, I just hoped my friends got to see what I saw.

It’d be nice, I think.