You've just call me there is a few minutes.

You were in the Talgo. You came back home.
I was in my car. I came back to °no-home°.

It was really unexpected.
So I'm still in my bubble, I'm still on my cotton-cloud.

We've just talking about nothing.
Talking about him.
Talking about the °Accomplished Mission°.
Talking about the Viaduc de Millau.
Talking about BTP and architecture, and body arts.
Talking about your residency permit in Spain.
Talking about your disease.
Talking about our life.
And talking about us. Both of us.

Just me and you.

I miss you. I think it's reciprocal, and that you miss me too.

You didn't promise me anything and I understand.
You're not alone, you're overbooked.
I understand that.

We're just happy to hear our voices into our cellular.
Just a moment of happiness between us.

I hope we could find few minutes for just being together.
And being happy together.

This is my wish for Christmas.

With you, some words have a sense now.
Sisterhood and Brotherhood can resume our relationship.
Now, I know what the verb To Love means, because of you.

I'm just your little sister. I'm just loving you....