»...What really knocks me out is a book that, when you're all done reading it, you wish the author that wrote it was a terrific friend of yours and you could call him up on the phone whenever you felt like it...«
The Catcher in the Rye

... and that's what I miss here: friends.
And MY books.
More friends.

And then I got an email from YOU, one of these mass and funny jokes, my adress among all your long-time friends. And I hate it. I don't wanna be this "just a friend"-thing, I thought and felt a hole in my heart.

Later you sended a message with a short sentence on "do you remember once upon a time ..." and I saw it clearly: you and me, chitchatting, laughing, flirting - sitting at this bar, this bar you always go with your dates, where you feel safe and almost home, I guess. And this "once upon a time" was 7 month ago!
Wishing me to move faster through my life. I'd have to catch more lifetime, read less books and kissing more and missing less.