Not so long ago..
...I was different. I was a different me. And there was one particular warm person, a sort of guide, or a hero, something of the sort. Today we spoke again, after two years, and that warm feeling of security came back.
I miss having someone in my life whom I trust completely. Someone who can give me all the security in the world with just a touch on the sholder. I remember him as determined, and wise. I remember his frown, his anger, and his angry pose. A friend whom I respect alot. A person who has a dream, and his struggling to make it real.
He has taught me alot about life through volleyball; how to stand on my own two feet for instance, or how to give everything without expecting anything back, and how friendship last beyond the test of time and age.
People say it is sad that memories fade away from our mind, and that pictures blur out. I say that memories don't fade, they just get transferred from the brain to the heart; and down there there is only space for feelings, and no pictures.
This person and the world he represents, and my life back then, are a special feeling in my heart, a heart that has been kicked around quite badly of lately. But the warm feeling remains and the crave to revisit it is every day growing stronger.
X-sel
