Hold my hand

It was one of those nights. I went to a design show opening. I wandered through the exhibition, touching paper, reading words, taking in the many ideas.
I was happy there by myself and yet I wished there was you. Taking my hand letting me know we belong together. We share this. We're in this together.
Here I am waiting and until then I save all the pictures and ideas and dreams as memories to tell you when we meet of that one time I went to the design show opening.

xoxo

Ramona


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