Barcelona. Day Three. Part One.

by HelluvaGirl

We share an apple in the sun on a bench at Parc del Laberint de l’Horta. The Labyrinth isn’t yet open after the seasonal maintenance; however, the park is available for visitors.

She hugs her Teddy Bear tight as we speak about something. 

You love him dearly, I see.

Yes. He likes to travel and I love showing him around.

You know, when I was a kid, I also had a favourite toy. It was a Fox. I’d carry her around and sleep with her. She was a very special Fox.

How come?

I drift away, remembering another dialogue I’ve had recently. I paid a compliment about someones hands, although it had more to do with the way I felt when they touched me. There was nothing particularly special about any other body part of feature but sometimes you find yourself next to people you are attracted to immensely. I still haven’t figured out how this works. Oh well, like someone wrote a thousand years ago, it’s everything mysterious and not. 

Sometimes it’s hard to say why someone is special. It’s just a feeling you have about them. They may not have peculiar qualities or anything outstanding really, yet you are attracted to them without being able to explain. It could be the best thing, you know.

For visual impressions, please visit my Instagram account @krislaurin.