Summer was amazing

A timer! A beautiful countdown timer!

OUR WINTER 11/12

Thank you for showing me new places, for making me feel in new ways, for bringing so much joy.

Thank you for the best winter of my life (so far).

ISABELL

Winter

Soon

A timer and a song.
The timer (again) because, well, just because. It's nice to have it on this first page. The song because of the part starting from 2:37 gives an idea of how I'll be feeling around the time this counter reaches zero, namely out of this world. At the place where I belong, with the person I belong. Let's dance, let's have our feet on the same square meter again, let's have the world around us fade away.
K

and I mean REAL bad things ;)

K

Helsinki Airport

There will be kisses.
K

No words could ever describe...

ISABELL

The incredible beauty in Randomness

It started with two strangers meeting. One of Randomness's more exciting draws. They still don't know how it could ever happen, how small - or big? - the odds were that they would ever find someone like that. Somehow I think she's right and that we're two old souls who have been separated, the two keys of a very, very obvious puzzle. That is of course if puzzles had eyes that could look as deep into each other as we do. Sometimes we tell each other that it's so strong it's almost scary but somehow I think we both know it's not, scary is simply not the word for iI used to tell myself there is no meaning in life and I was fine with that. Rationality used to yield power in the abyss I like to call my mind, but now… I have no idea of what you are doing to me, but please go on. For the first time in my life I see something and I can think "perhaps this is meant to be" after all. When the odds of something happening, and that particular thing actually happening and turning out to be even better than you could ever imagine even my strain of thoughts cannot avoid coming up with a better explanation than that… Perhaps this is meant to be.

You're quite special, Isa. I'm glad you let me that close, I'm glad you let me see this unbelievable beauty (all this with the chance of sounding mellow), I love you. Я люблю тебя. 

It's late again and I will go to bed now, but I'll see you soon.
Good night, love.

K

Hey Isa, do you know what you do to me?

English is not my native language and there's only one person I regularly speak it with. She's the first girl who ever called me her boyfriend and not 'liefje', the Dutch word for that. I don't really know her thàt long yet but already it's her name I repeat while I'm sleeping. She's on my mind when I go to bed and she's still there when I wake up. Gets me through the day.

I don't see her as often as I'd want to yet and there's this Atlantic ocean between us - momentarily - but that will get solved. We took time by its hands and somehow learned how to squeeze and stretch it to our will. Or at least we're trying.

There is something about this girl... I hear songs when I hear her voice and I see my life as if they were movie scenes when I'm with her. She brings out the unknown in me, in every possible good way. I fail to be the tough guy I like to think I am and melt when she's around. I'm glad she doesn't mind.

I will never let this one go.

K

Mr. Hudson and The Library - Picture of You

How did this blog exist for two months without this song being on it?
We'll dance again, you'll have me. Soon.

I love you.
K