You get an invitation by your girlfriend`s mother to come over for sunday lunch. You leave on monday. Everything in between is poetry.

I was nervous. Like I said before, usually the buck stops when I meet the parents. I guess it`s karma. This time, it was so different that I still cannot completely believe it. This whole last month feels like a dream that I never want to wake up from. Never leave her side.

So we spent the whole day together (by day meaning 24hr) and the moment I left (monday morning, going to work, doing 170 km/h on the interstate) I wanted to go back, to be with her.

The thing that amazes me most is the high quality of the communication flow. I know it`s a little early to say this, but on the other hand, everything is running so smoothly that I really wonder where will the first bump appear. If any at all. Not that I worry or anything, the skies are screaming blue and the sun is shining bright, it˙s just…amazing. Unlike anything else ever.

Everything in this weekend had a meaning. Nothing was wasted, the whole thing was beyond perfect. From the “tossing of the lid” (one of those “you had to be there” moments), to spending the night with her, to breakfast…

Poetry in motion.

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