Two of us. And our Alps. The mountains we create, the ascensions and the slopes, and all the peaceful valleys. The hills we clime together, and share the happiness of sliding down. However high the Alps… They feel like flat, as long as I can feel your weight and breath.
You are close. Very very close. Despite the sentences and time. As close, as underneath my skin.
I like my friends. How surprising, ha? And I might suspect what you are thinking now… ‘No wonder that you like your friends’ or ‘they are your friends and it is natural to like them’? But the fact is that even if they were not my friends, even if I had not known them, they […]