Thursday, May 31 2012.
Life is funny, isn’t it? Sometimes we pointed at something and spontaneously said, “I love that!”, then looked at each other and smiled. And the next minutes, we made wishes with our pinkies intertwined, and said, “Flip flop!”
We ate, and sang, and laughed.
And then comes a time when your best is not my best, not even close. So you go your own way, while I go mine.
I hope someday this two paths will cross again, maybe when we least expect it. Maybe someday we’ll have a rendezvous, get surprised, and make jokes about what happened in the past.
Until then, I miss you.
For a dear friend.