Diary of Liznemn
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My beautiful day
It's early evening. You've just come out of the shower, your skin still warm, your hair slightly damp. You put on something loose, nothing special - but that's exactly what suits you.
Your phone vibrates.
A message.
"I'm thinking about you right now."
Nothing more.
You read it twice.
A slight smile appears automatically.
You don't answer right away.
A few minutes later, another message:
"I bet you look really good right now."
Now you're grinning. You know exactly what he means.
And somehow you like that.
You sit down on the bed, pull your legs up slightly, and type slowly:
"Maybe."
Immediately comes back:
"Dangerous."
You notice how this slight tingling spreads - not intrusive, but rather this calm, warm feeling that someone sees you... exactly as you are right now.
You get up, go to the mirror, look at yourself for a moment -
and think to yourself: yes... maybe he's right.
The phone vibrates again.
"I'd love to just look at you right now."
And suddenly the whole evening feels a little bit more special.






