Those uncanny feelings I had on the eve dissolved the moment our skins touched. Breathing the same air, on the same ground revivified us and when the boat carrying you sailed to faraway shores at dusk, I sat by my window and reflected at how easy it was to laugh with you again during those precious few hours that December offered us.
Let the image of us sitting high up on deck 11, with Port Louis at our feet paying its respect be engraved in our beings forever. Always remember how during a micro-second, we felt as if the harbor, the bustling city centre and the mountain range all silently bowed to us telling us in its own quiet language: 'you are part of us, we are part of you, we are your homeland, we seek your blessing and we give you ours.'
Not in a million years had we imagined that December would treat us with such a tender and romantic moment. Thank you for the most special x-mas gift ever my love.
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