Almost perfect

Hay fever.
It is that time of year again.

One day you're happy that the sun is shining again. Admiring the beautiful flowers that arise.
The next day it is raining and you can't stop sneezing, which gives you a terrible headache.

Welcome to my little world.

Biked to school today, while it was raining. Wasn't feeling that good at all, so went back home again (still raining).
Realizing I didn't know what to blip.
Wanting to be home and go to bed.
Realizing I had to work in the evening, so I couldn't.
Just being in a negative mood.

When I got home and went to the hallway to hang up my coat, I saw this.
A postcard arrived from Australia, from my boyfriend.
His timing couldn't be more perfect.
But when I saw the card I realized just how much I was missing him that day.


It would be just plain perfect if he was here again.