Pure Vainilla

Pure Vanilla Cookie's Pov's: At a friend's party I crossed you and I looked at you, you looked at me too, I asked for your phone number, you told me "I don't have one, I only use Gmail" After several drafts I invited you to have tea in the Japanese garden, Seeing that you didn't arrive and the moon was coming out, I thought "Did I write it down right?" but you appeared behind a bonsai without apologizing for the time, you said "How's it going?" I don't know if it was the floral context or your way of walking, but I feel like Icarus and the sun, Is it something in the air? Somewhere in my room I hid a color that I invented for you, I don't know its name or how much it shines but I know it's yours and you look for it but you can't find it, you'll have to guess and mix again until you form that which is yours and I want to give to you...