One year of love
It was our anniversary this Saturday, the 2nd of June. We were originally going to have a picnic at a place called Kridtgraven. Some place with a lot of nature and some water and stuff like that, you know, but they said it was going to rain, so we thought just to go out and eat instead. When it was actually Saturday, not a drop of water fell from heaven, as we were awaken. Got a little pissed on that, but it was okay in the end, really.
Peter ordered a table at Jensen's Steak house for 6pm. We went outside to grab some lunch, at about 2-3pm, at the very famous (in Aalborg) "Fontænen" (The Fountain). It's just a little, nice grill where you can get a good, cheap burger, fries, hotdogs, whatever your junk food-hunger desires. We had fries to share, a bacon cheese burger and a Faxe Kondi each!
After our little lunch, we went for a walk to the East Harbor, where there were some abandoned factory buildings Peter really wanted to me. It was actually pretty rad. I was a little frightened, because that's how I am. The first building we went into, had this big, dark hall, and I am definitely not the biggest fan of darkness. Peter knew that, so he held my hand through it all and accepted if there were places I didn't want to go, like some wood-stairs, which I didn't trust, but we found some concrete stairs, which, you know, won't break. There wasn't really anything there but a little ladder where you could climb to the roof.
We went out to go to another, smaller, building. Peter said, that the view from the roof was very beautiful, that you could see a lot of Aalborg from there and of course a view over the harbor. I'd like to go to the roof, but the problem was, that it was kinda windy that day, especially around the harbor, it's always windy around water, and the stairs swayed "a lot", both with the wind and the weight, so I didn't really have the guts that time. Also, it was a tall staircase and the steps were very small, so if I had to go down the stairs again, I'd die or something like that. Or... Peter would save me (♥). But I guess I kind of "promised" him, that we could go up there some day. I have to get the guts somehow, anyways.
Now where did we come from? Yeah! We left to buy some candy for when we got home later. We waited at a square, near the restaurant and went inside when it was about time. We had a really nice time, just sitting there, chatting and starring into each other's eyes and I just couldn't stop smiling. I'm still so (almost terrifying) in love with him, as if we just met. I have a really good feeling about us. I mean, not that a year really is that much (compared to how long I'm going to be with him), but that I'm still this in love, is amazing. Ahh... I love my life... but yeah, I lost it again... just like I get lost in his eyes.. oh stop it! We ordered a snack basket as a starter and a whiskey steak. It was really delicious, and after we finished we just sat there, for, I don't know, 30 maybe 45 minutes, just doing what we started to do: chatting, starring, smiling. Still could stop smiling. Sometimes, we kissed too. I like his kisses... you know... he has these big, beautiful, soft, warm lips, which just melts together with yours. They can warm me up, all the way down to the tip of my toes, even though if we were in Siberia at the very coldest day of the history. When his lips touches mine (or just me in general, but especially my lips), I sometimes just start floating, you know, inside my head, of course. Gravity is no longer among us, we're just flying around in the universe... Argh! Stop it, you!!! I can't help it... I'm just so in love!
Thank you, for one of the
