I hate when people bail on me.
It happened a lot to me.
I like the man sitting on the bar stool,
Drinking scotch and waiting for me.
I like rainy days and snowstorms.
It smells of romanticism.
I hate summer.
I love Parisian coffee shops.
I love beds messed with love and warm pyjamas.
I hate hypocrites.
I like small, thoughtful gifts and simple joys a life can bring.
I like mountains and snow.
I hate bullies.
I hate loneliness in winter.
I hug the man on the bar stool.
He kisses my temple.
He’s wearing my favourite red pullover.