about a girl.

I met her on a rainy day of August.
Her semi-curly hair, half wet, and her big smile of joy about the new things to come for all of us. It seemed like being away from home would be the greatest experience of our lives.

Perfectly enthusiastic... Laughing out loud on the bus. Listening to my music with faux or maybe true interest.
Now I feel like a dying poet writing his last piece, because I know that every smile we shared, that every moment of my helpless melancholy will not be forgotten (not by me at least).

Now you are in front of me, and I wish I could stay with all of you instead of,coming back home to feel screwed and uncomfortably sleepy... Sharing our hilarious misery was cool, dear: you, an idealist geek with a nice sense of fashion. Me, a disgusting human being with information "that no-one cares about" to give.

I can't say I'm sad of this experience. I'm just concerned about the fact that distance in own country is big enough to keep us away for a long, long time. IT TOTALLY SUCKS to feel that I won't see you soon once I get home

I confess I'm attracted to the way you plan your dreams, your future; although I can't see myself living a so-perfect life...
I'd love to share a bit of your happiness in London, or Paris, or wherever you choose to move to. You've got the will of achieving great things, you've got the will of reading thousands of books... You have the mood of swearing every time you feel that some hipster/romantic/mystic quote was absolutely amazing... You have to show me that beautiful grin of surprise when some new song hits your brain.

You'll be the ruler, maybe not the queen-bee; but you'll lead a generation of stronger minds, with wider horizons, with positive vibe.

I love you.