Blogmas 25' / Ден 7 – ~❤︎

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Hours after midnight.

New Year’s Eve is over.

I am smelling only your scent.

You are sleeping next to me.

I am feeling so small here, in foreign city, into the country I dreamed of. Tomorrow I need to catch a bus, then a plane.

But I will stay here and celebrate another birthday.

I deserve that happiness after all the tears.

Happy new year!