i love waffle!

one day i met a boy.
he had been living very far away. i mean he was VERY far away from me. he was so kind and funny. hey he was my funny-kid! but just for a while... we understood each other in a beautiful way then we certainly smiled and had fun while talking. i guess he was even closer to me than my real good friends. i was not able to focus on anything but him at these days... i was waking up with the thought of him, than i was having breakfast with him, as if he was sitting next to me. i was full of thoughts about him. all day was passing with the words of him. he became almost a living part of me. i didn't have any walls, no more! he just came and brake my walls which i made in the past to protect myself from all people and all things in the world! then he did not give me any other changes not to love him. i did not any other choices... he was born to be loved by me i think... he was living at a different country and grown up in a different culture bla bla bla.. but we were speaking exactly same language! i dont mean english... that was so weird, it was just like being drunk... i was feeling like i drank one of two bottles of vodka! but i was totally sober pfff...

now, when i think about that part of my life it seems just to be a dream to me. i was dying to taste an belgium beer, such as kwak or orvel or... bla bla... now i do not care...
now the situation has totally changed
pff...
now i know that there is more than kilometers between us, not just distance... and walls have rised again!
i feel alone again. i feel gloomy when i look up the sky under which we two live...
so sad...
so
sad!