5 different routes.
Each entirely unique, still the end depends only on my jugement.
Each only graced with 11 days.
Still I have made my way to you.
I just entered your route and though you ignore me now I can't help but start running to you, because I know better.
I fear this will have to wait till day 11.
But just for now let's pretend it is...
Finally I can look into your eyes, glissening of pure love. No more doubt, No more fear visible.
It's time for the party. But not just anyone...
for it is one on the day you were born.
The 11th of June.
So I run into your arms trembling from joy and bevore you pull me into a passionate kiss - for once forgetting everything - I whisper into your ear:
Happy Birthday Honey, I love you!
With you the spacestation is just within reach.
Just one big jump will be enough and we will be there.
And even though this is only day 6...at least it is the 6th of June... the 6.06. So at least it is the name by which you will call me one day, when you'll call me your own.
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So I guess he is 22 now, since he was 21 last year... so now he is exactly 2 years and 7 month older than me... even though I don't share the same month as him. At least the mumber is the same and my favourit month to add upon it!