all started at the end of my second year of college. It was fine, but the wind was cool, even cold at times. I had a final examination session in the morning and from 14:00 to 2h00am, was held on RockFest, which as its name suggests, was a rock festival where several bands of this kind are produced for our pleasure! It was May 23, 2003.
I will not tell you that, that evening, he had lent his cloak to the friend of his sister. I will not tell you he was shivering on the bench of the picnic table near the stream. I will not tell you the efforts I made to try to warm it by rubbing his back and covering it with my blanket. I will not tell you the subtle finger play that I had done on his hand. I need not describe the happiness I felt when he put his arm around my shoulders and, in his turn, he played Game fingers with my hand. It was pitch black, although some lighting installed everywhere. I was cold and hot all at once. The world had ceased to exist. I was. Simply. When the evening had been finished, my hand in hers, I called a taxi. Then, her hand in mine, he called his mother. In the meantime, our two hands clasped in one another, we were walking on the bridge that separates the island from dream to reality. I remember. I gave him my Hotmail email address, and as we had neither pen nor paper in the taxi that carried me, I hoped heartily he would remember! I did not sleep much that night! I remember I got up very early, I went to the computer and I logged on MSN Messenger. It only lasted a few minutes. Few minutes that I was alone in the world, I was only online. Then, suddenly, a window appeared. An application to add the contact list. She had a certain Computer_Man. It would be impossible to describe in words what state of mind was when I accepted the request. The world had resumed its mad course, but this time on the road paved with thorns and brambles that I had crossed so far, a sunburst of infinite purity came to me to caress the cheek.
Later, there were lots of clouds and even thunderstorms in my life. I can never thank him enough for being that light, this warmth that I need so much in the past, which I still need so many times! I love you!
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