This morning I wrote to Anita, answering her electronic-mail message sent yesterday. She was worried about me because I forgot to let her know that I was going to Finland for a few days. I started by apologizing for my carelessness, and I ended my message with the following words in Serbo-Croatian:

Puno, puno te volim. Često sam ponosan na našu ljubav. Nije mi jasno kako je tako nešto uopšte moguće. Iako te tako lepo volim, ipak mi se nešto počne micati među nogama čim na tebe nežno pomislim. Ipak je to jedno veliko čudo. Mislim da večih čuda nema i da ih najverovatnije ne može ni biti. Ne šalim se, a mislim da i ne preterujem.

In a rather free translation, this is how it sounds in English:

I love you very, very much. I am often proud of our love. I am not sure how is something like this possible at all. Even though I love you so beautifully, something still starts moving between my legs whenever I have a tender thought of you. This is a great mystery, though. I do not believe there are greater miracles than this. They are not even possible. I am not kidding, and I believe I am not exaggerating either.

Yes, I was influenced by my dream last night, but my dream was influenced by my love for Anita. We have been in love for almost two years. The last time we made love was less than a month ago. And I know that she cares for me so much that she is truly worried when she does not know where I am and what is happening with me. I feel the same about her.