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...
