“How was the Collective? Did you fuck?
This was the main question many of my friends asked me afterwards. Ok, no.
If we want to measure happyness with fuck-hits, my counter would be damn low. Not only mine. I know so many people claiming such good nights and performances, but looking clearly sad. Sex is great and necessary, but not the only answer.
I had the opportunities to increase my counter, but wasn’t what I needed mostly.
I had the need of someone to care about wanting me as someone to care about as well. And from that, everything easy going.
Difficult to understand?
Impossible? Crazy? I think not.
Pay attention: not looking for the perfect “Love”, but in first instance of the perfect “mood”.
I was looking for the perfect “mood”. Other mechanisms joining mine and giving me freedom from that grain of sand. Not expecting love at first sight, but in case, nothing against.
I’m quite fast in understanding people and quickly I can understand if who I’m facing is someone I could like.
I don’t give so many chances, let’s say that two is rare. Excuse me for that. It’s like an internal hi-efficency black box.
Isn’t a universal “good or bad”. Is what I feel good or not for ME. That could be totally different for someone else. It’s a matter of being realistic with ourselves and the others.
I didn’t wonder anything else that good moments, new friendships and nice chats at the Collective.
But.
After days every time more fulfilled by tasks, I saw those eyes.
One day, I saw those eyes for a second or two. Didn’t realize anything at the moment, but I remember that moment. I didn’t know her, she was extraordinary gorgeous and deeply simple at the same time.
Suffocating every detail telling me about her sparkling beauty, I knew her and hour after hour even better.
I wasn’t asking for it. It came to me. Her came to me and I couldn’t resisting to do the same.
It was easy flowing. Outstanding. It was sweet and caring, easy and perfectly fitting. Every piece after the other, slowly.
You’ll never know the complete story. That’s my business. I’m describing the mood.
That was the perfect and unexpected mood. Was a gift.
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Yo Daniel,
Rock on. Great news. And you two still need to get out here to california.
-Ben
scusa…. ma dove sei in questo momento???
Contattami via mail, che facciamo una chiacchierata!
(sorry if I use the blog for personal comment, but i don’t be able to contact Daniel in other way … )
…You don’t even know how much I’m happy for you, for your life in these days, you deserve it…oh yes you deserve all of this happines!
Ciao giarmondo… Solo un saluto!
Gifts are there to be taken, gifts are there to be shared, gifts are there to be treasured. Bless you and Konstantina
My english suks so I’ll be brief to prevent mistakes: your happyness is the gift your friends were waiting for! So, thanks a lot for this gift dear friend! I hope this little period become your whole life! I arm you!