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.