We found a flat.

We are going to be able to move in one month. I'm extremely excited about it. So many things have happened in the last year, and are still happening... I can hardly believe my life is so different. Right now I feel quite happy. I'm sure everything's going to be ok. At least, that's what I want to believe.

It is a nice flat. Three bedrooms, two bathrooms, a big living room. A bit old, but good enough for us. We don't have to pay too much for the rent, and we're surely going to save some money every month. We're not going to be able to buy fancy furniture, but we don't need it.

I'm looking forward to moving soon. I adore feeling his warm skin close to me when I wake up in the morning. I like it when we get up together and he makes coffee and makes a cigarette for me. I also like it when he stays in bed when I go to work, I love kissing his forehead while he complains, half asleep, and mumbles something like 'leave me alone... I'm sleeping...'. And I smile, I can only smile, because I'm happy.

I want it every day. I want to know that he's going to come in through the door in the evening, after work, and kiss me.

I'm sorry. I didn't mean to be so cheesy. I couldn't help it.