Tour de Eindhoven – Part I

She knew that it’s not hard to make my jaw drop, I easily lost my shit for seeing just about anything; and She loved that.
On a warm Thursday morning She came to Arnhem and picked me up; it was time to share as much joy as we can handle.
Luckily the ride wasn’t short, neither dull.
She would hold my hand all the way to the end, and still manage to get along with the car; without letting go of me for even just a second.
To be honest, I was praising every single red light. They lengthened those invaluable moments of tenderness.

We arrived to Eindhoven, but the second we got out of “de auto”, the rules changed:
Whenever She saw a certain type of stupid car, She would land a cheeky blow on my torso.
After the 4th or 5th time, I was about to kill her.
One does not simply pierce holes in my liver.

We took a brief walk through the nearby parks, then She showed me her abode.
She lived on the 7^th floor, with wall-sized windows that gave the perfect view.

Right after the show-around, we went to conquer the World.
Again, She wouldn’t walk without grasping my arm. The charm of this was something I could never get bored of, not for a second.
Soon we arrived to a stylish coffee shop, there we shared our first slice of cherry pie, with forks smaller than my pinky finger.
Doing such things, for me; was sweeter than drowning in a barrel of maple syrup.

Then we went along. She showed me the famous hot spots, including a luxurious store with some weird-ass crocodile leather shoes.

Not keeping many of her cards hidden, She showed me the place where She honed her craft in silly thievery, and stole a few pieces of skittles before we continued our road of (self-) discovery.
On the middle of that street was a spot which would’ve been a crime to left untouched:

Usually the amount of struggle it takes to explain someone how to nail the angle of the shot is somewhat similar to teaching a carrot to build a fence, but not for her.
It requires a sense of art, which She certainly has.

There was one more place She was eager to show; a monument with giant sized Bowling Pins & a Ball
What comes next? You already know.

Although we walked the distance of at least two El Camino’s, the vibe kept us warm & goin’.
She figured it’s time to finish the tour at a Taco Bell, where we wouldn’t stop eating until our overfilled bellies would force us to stay quiet & seated.
Without allowing silence to make these moments flat, I started to subtly scream words inside the restaurant like “fart”, “*male genitalia*” and“*way for humans to reproduce*” until She blushed.
One does not simply spend time in public without embarrassing the other.
The amount of stupid stuff I do on a daily basis allows me to be free from external judgement, but instead of liberating her, I earned the sweetest nickname and title ever: Gekkie
It means Silly to the Dutch, and a lot to me.

On the way home, she would jump up and down on the benches, while I still held her hand, making sure to be part of her mildly expressed desire for vandalism.

We were like Christmas lights entangled together, marching below the stars, seeing the beauty of life wherever we went. Occasionally She would mock me in Dutch or French, but since her voice was as soothing as a lullaby, it seemed to be the perfect moment to switch to Dutch and surprise her by speaking in her moedertaal.
Plot twist: It worked.

After walking the distance of 3 and a half marathons, we got home.
Before anything, I went to take a cold shower.
When I came out, the lights were off, but She lit candles.
To the rhythms of jazz, we would draw ourselves close and crown the night with a smooth flow.
There was no such thing as a “Hopeless romantic” anymore.

They say you need to know a lot to be a good lover; but that’s not true.
Allow yourself to express what’s inside you, and you’ll experience a connection you’ve never had.
Your souls will blend, and their color will paint the canvas in such a way that even Picasso would start to clap.

In the morning I woke up to witness a kind of sunrise that made me question if I’m actually awake. The mixture of orange and red lights pierced through the sky, and I just laid there gazing, with my Lady’s head on my chest, which I would never stop caressing.

That was it – Our Honeymoon in Heaven.

Happy is the man who can make others better, not merely when he is in their company, but even when he is in their thoughts.

Seneca

Take care,
Erik

07.03.2019 – Day 45

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