A beautiful mansion of red old bricks, half way to the top
Between where I am (down the hill) and the mansion, a field of lavender plants, in bloom
This violent sea of violet, surrounded by the green covered hills

You (it is definitely you) are running in between two lines of lavender stems, uphill
Dressed in purple trousers, blue top (the one you had on the day we said goodbye), sandals, and I can see the milky skin in your back moving fast, moving up

I (it is definitely I) decide to catch you; you are not that far away and the lavender lines are long before the house
I set off running, I run so fast, and you are running fast too, but I finally overtake you, by one or two meters, then I stop and turn
And I catch you, barely a few meters from the lawn surrounding the mansion

We fall, and hug, panting for breath. We are both sweating; we like to feel the sweat in our bodies
We kiss
The scent that the lavender flowers let out is so intense, and mixes with the scent of your make up

Then we look at the mansion
It is as if time has stopped, and it feels empty
There is a small cottage nearby; we decide to stand up and approach it
We don't talk
We both look inside through the dusty glass of an old window
There is a bed, and a wood stove, glasses and cutlery and dishes, and a table
Nobody is there
Silence
We try the handle, it opens

We go inside, speechless
Close the door, no need to lock it

It is fresh, not cold
Some logs are there, stocked near the stove
No need for it now
We look at each other, you stare at me with this look in your eyes (the one you imprinted in me back then) and I give you back a look of harmony
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We know what we want
We finally get it after having yearned for it for so long
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I awoke sweating​
I elaborate the info a bit in a hurry, but the essence is there​
I am glad I put it down on paper straight away