You are here. To be sincere, you didnt ever leave. You was so close to me since i wrote the previous thought in this open diary. And now, you are here by my side, i, almost, feel you touching my skin. I smell your skin. I see your eyes looking at mine. Your sweet glance, makes me blush. You know what i see into them. I dive myself in your eyes. In these hours i’m convinced, you had read my last reply. Something says me, you’re thinking about my words. About how much we have in common, despite you know me, trought only a pc screen or throught a cellphone screen. Maybe what i wrote you last night, it will makes us reach faster, maybe when we will meet us, we will no have need to say any words, because what we want to say us it was already said. And what we could do is stay in front of us, looking at us into our eyes a whisper could fly away in the air ‘Our parallel world’, while we standing in front shy, touching us, caressing us, taking us ours hands, without ever taking our eyes off. My hands on your chest, yours on my head caressing my hair, slowly reaching my face. Slowly you raise my face, once again our glance meet. For a while, i blush, you smiling at me, whispering me ‘please dont do it’. You take my hand to your heart. ‘It beating so fast’ you say me. I take your hand in mine. ‘Like mine’ i whisper you.
‘What we are feeling?’ We asking us, looking at us.
Slowly we embrace us hold tight. ‘Remain us in this way’, you whispering me.