9 days

Spending nine days at the hospital can be very lonely. Even (or maybe specialy.. I don't know) when there is always someone there with you. And it got me thinking.. About life, about the future, about love. And no matter what I think about, I always think about you.
You pop into my thoughts as the most lovely intruder.. And as such you always seem to find your way around. A lovely, loved, intruder. We both know you shouldn't be there. But still.. I always welcome the thougth of you.
I love you...