VinterRaven

I´ve been gone from here for so many years..without submitting anything or even checking if someone has contacted me..:( I am so sorry to those, which have sent me notes through the last couple of years, without me answering them. My plan is to make this account active again. I will clean my gallery and update it...:) /Karolina

My body is full of missing His scent fills me I am in love

A friend of mine has been killed in afghanistan. Another friend of mine woke me up with that message. She is here now. He was 22 years of age and a soldier. He was not a friend I knew to well, but we saw eachother from time to time, drank a cup of coffe and had very good talks. And probably that was how I would have known him, for the rest of my life. Which would have been good. But not anymore. Once, a long time ago, he had told me that he loved me. Oh my god, only now, with this last sentence, had it sunk in, that he is dead.  No more fun talks, or getting drunk together, or discussions of anykind, or learning about sumbuca or the street