My Maki

Three months passed.

Three months of lavender smell reminding me of you, of wild cherry tea bringing our early mornings in to my heart, of gentle wind hugging me like you would do and Sun smiling at me as you were used to...

Three months of looking at your photos on my shelf, of walking on my every way 'with you', watching stars deep on the sky, which didn't do my wish come true...

Three months of falling asleep and waking up with you.



Three months of missing you.



Puno te voli tvoje pile.