This is the day, what i can remember forever as one luckiest day of my life.
Last night we went to have a walk. Me and somebody very special. We walked 8 hours, i think it was 35-40 km. But, besides the feeling of tiredness and legs hurting, it felt so good.
I have this strange comfortable feeling with him. As i had known him all the time. Like forever. He is so familiar but in real i don´t know him at all. Maybe it´s just a image that i have created. But maybe he is what i see him to be.
And the most special thing is when we speak to each other with our mother tongue. It really sounds so beautiful. I think i haven´t ever told anybody those things i have now told him. And i actually feal that in some way we understand each other.
Because we cannot be afraid of anything.
So many obsessions, passion.
Fooling around.
But i´m serious.
This is the taste of happiness.