"Everytime I looked you were talking and talking..." she says
"What else should I have done then?" he asks
"I'm not criticising..." she defends herself with a laugh "...it's just that it made me think how you are just like him!"

So we did it! Together!

He always carried lots of things on his person.
Even though that contradicted with what he always claimed: "I like to travel light!"
I never understood his motives and I knew it was a burden for him as well.
But in his mind, he told me once, being prepared to meet everybody's needs at any given time, was just part of being a gentleman.
I remember he carried a pack of cigarettes, although he had quit smoking for a few years.

"Are you smoking again?" I asked
"No, of course not"
"Why do you carry a pack then? you lair" I joked
"Simple" he said "In case someone asks me for one" he explained "Then I don't have to disappoint them!"

I was baffled by his answer and his way of thinking.
I remember mocking him whenever I talked about it to others. We had a great laugh about how ridiculous it was.
Then one day at the movies I spilled my drink. He simply reached into his pocket and gave me a few tissues.
I don't remember ever mocking him again after that.

I remember him always being helpful and forthcoming. In fact I don't remember him ever refusing anyone anything.

Maybe, no I'm quite sure, all of this combined was his real weakness!

There is this moment in which you occupy the same space with your past self.
That moment is one that keeps repeating itself.
She says that this happens everyday.

And I believe she's right.

"There are things I can't tell you"
"Why not?"
"That is also something I cannot tell you"

The night isn't so young anymore and he's not that vivid as he was a few hours ago.
The highway is empty and stretches out before him to the horizon. The orange and yellow lights from the lantarns sweep over the car as he passes them by.

He has rolled up his sleeves and wearing his old watch. He has a firm grip on the wheel and stares right into the horizon.

The orange and yellow sweeps of light touch his bare arm periodically and suddenly there is this realisation: "I have seen this before! I know I have!" he says to himself excited beyond control inside his head but on the outside you cannot notice any of this beside the faint smile that appears on the corner of his mouth.

He knows this sight not from now, but from long time ago. From a time that he did not know what this meant and only adored and worshipped the arm he saw being swept in light periodically as now his own does. He remembers his childhood and knows that this is it.

This has always been it. He just never knew!

There is a machine that's supposed to make people good, true and kind and the funny thing is that it works best when it's completely broken down so everyone has to stop what they are doing and get together and figure out how to fix it.

Like a scene taken from a movie screen they sit in the restaurant.

Elegant, composed, close and beautifull. Sipping a cup of coffee was never this good.

From a distance they remind me of an old painting of a couple at a bar which I have always thought to be too good to be true. The way they whisper is new to me. The way they look at each other is filled with love, understanding and affection.

All my life I thought that this moment would never be seen outside a theatre but I guess you live and you learn!

We become reckless when we have a lot to lose or when we have nothing to lose!

She looks at me over her shoulder with that faint smile of hers which can fill a room with happiness.
My guts start to glow with joy and warmth from this feeling she gives me.

At that moment there is no time, there is no univese and there is nothing....


....except US!