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And finally...
I'm glad to see the beautiful days in which I'm good. Everything looks OK and I'm happy that going to forget the bitter taste of loneliness. I feel good and I feel great whenever we talk.

Having conversation seems like a hill to mount. the first steps is slow and you feel like carrying a heavy pack, but when you reach the top, a great view, green outlook and beautiful scene appears. You start to run, while holding her/his hands and sing and dance freely. In the end you look at your buddy's eyes, breathe deeply and hold her/his hands more tightly...

1 comment:

Hamed Aghajani said...

It feels like a miracle every single time. It just happens.