  dear you, i used to call 'dear me' but not today. maybe only for a minute. maybe only for 2 minutes. maybe till tomorrow. maybe till the day after tomorrow. maybe till next week. maybe till next month. maybe till next two months. maybe till next year. maybe till next two years. maybe till the day i die when i dont have the strenght to pronounce dear you again.
dear you, suddenly i feel empty. but i am consious. suddenly i feel drunk, but i am sober enough to understand this. suddenly i feel nothing but still have the emotion of being nothing. i know the feelings. i know that this is not only a dream or only a happiness for a moment. dear you, i think you know what i mean. i think you know what the next word id say to you. i think you know exactly what's on my mind.
i think you know that i am in love. dear you, i hate to say dear me all the time when i can say dear you to you. dear you, to your ear in whisper let me say "i think i am in love with you dear". dear you... this only for you from your dear, Groningen, 14.30, before leave to the library, Alia 
