Ivan. I’ve known this dude since the beginning of 1998 (I think). So it’s been 18 years.
I’m glad to have kept in contact with him. 271 more words
I should be sleeping you know, drifting somewhere in a river between dreams and reality, the place where hopes are made of, and “one day” is no longer a mystical land where we could meet, but I am not because half of me is still stuck in reality: in a world where you are my only sweet dream.