I've decided I'll postpone the introduction of the main "theme" of this blog to another post... Now I'd like to mention here one of the most important "figures" of my life in a little disguised way.
If the things weren't like they are, I'm sure that the day I would meet him by coincidence in the street I would immediately fall in love with him. And I would never forget that moment or his face. But we live in reality and I'm with someone else and he also... So nothing can happen between us, although we have so many things in common.
I will never forget that night. The most "interesting" night in my whole life...
He was lying next to me, so close I could touch his body with my whole body. My face was just a centimetre from his but we just couldn't... We couldn't do anything as it would spoil that moment.
Today a short piece of a long forgotten poem came into my mind on the way home: "he is so nice, so kiss him (twice)"... But I didn't and I won't ever... As this has nothing to do with love... It was just one night and if it was something more, it would be just sex... And even that would destroy us...
He told me: "It's just like with heroin. Once you taste it, you'll never stop."
It's better like this. Although I still regret I didn't do what I wanted to do so much that night...
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