Today I spend my time with my dear Finland. She was tired and is sleeping now, and I somehow want to write ya a letter on this special day. I still cannot forget ya, after so many years.
After having lunch together we turned on the radio to see if there’s something interesting, maybe there would be some wonderful love songs. And ya know what? The first song is Dancing Queen. The moment I heard it, I suddenly thought of you, and the dance when you were only seventeen. “I need to look for something, you just sit here.” I said and took out my arm which was holding Finland. “What? Is that my present? Aww. Go ahead.”
I fumbled for the photo and I saw you. There you are, young and sweet, only seventeen. Your red dress was marvelous, glittering under the chandelier, and everybody fixed their eyes on you when you walked down from the stairs, including me. I really wasn’t supposed to be there, since I didn’t find a partner. Ya know it was