You couldn't sleep in any way, The Ghost was lying next to you in bed, completely falling asleep. But you will have him with one request: "I can't sleep, tell me a story for the night" he yawns, sits on the bed and gently strokes your head "oh, baby, a story? Well.Will it be romantic?" You nod, The Ghost continues, " Then the story is about how I fell in love with you for the first time," you blink your eyes in disbelief, "shh, close your eyes and listen. I mean, I've fallen in love with you thousands and millions of times, honey. Every time more and more, almost every day and hour " you're quietly giggling humbly closing your eyes " this day was more beautiful than all those that were before, but not comparable to those that were after. I don't remember the weather, the date, the circumstances. I remember you. A fragrant flower, a sparkling diamond. Such a sweet smell, a gentle voice, velvety lips, sideways eyes, a charming smile. That day you made me feel alive and loved. You gave me that affection that I'm so dependent on now, and then I thought I didn't need it. You know, I can still tell you about one of the dates..Well, if you can call it that. At that time, we were sitting in a kind of not so inconspicuous place, but we felt like we were in a separate world. A world of warmth and care. The heat is beyond dependence on the stupid rain and wind. We picked flowers and wove wreaths. Huh, I'm used to weaving them, but not tying them. You helped me with that. We soaked all our clothes in nectar then, I still haven't washed them off, and I'm even glad..! You know, if the flowers hadn't rotted so fast, I would never have thrown this wine away. And when we were weaving, we put stupid music in the background..And then she sat all focused, but terribly sweet, and tried very hard. And I also remember how you were looking for flowers with a longer stem, well, isn't it lovely? You were so magical back then..and a little haha. The very innocence of a child! But so alive. I wanted to kiss you, hug you and caress you!"