You stared me, i was leafing the notebook and i was reading the notes hand written.
It was, as if you was enchated from what you was seeing.
That notebook, was been always belong to your grandma, since when you had memory. And now it was in my hands and i was leafing it with the maximum care.
It seemed, for real, that notebook was came from an other era.
It seemed , even that the rainstorm, announced us that we were entering in a new dimension, made, for now, by our magical stones, our feelings and our souls melting themselves, one another.
You have settled yourself next to me, while together, we were reading each pages of that notebook.
In the middle there were also several handnote written by you. Some on these simbols, and some handnotes with a simply question «who are you, i ever will meet you?»
My heart had a thud, when i read some of these questions written and putted in the middle of the notebook, in a casual way, as if they hadnt any importance, but at the end they had it.
Was the same question, but putted in differents ways.
When i have read these different notes, our glances met themselves and we couldnt to do not to sigh, touching our hands softly.
I putted away the notebook, with the same care when i’ve took it, from your hands.
We had know, that notebook, it would been important for our path together.
But now, my only desire was to live that few istants of suspension, dived myself in your eyes, and wait for our lips touches themselves in a kiss that it had waited much time
That kiss, was the very first one, after what we have had discovered what whom we were for real. Two soulmates for life.”