A lot of things will make sense as long as there are people with whom you can just walk in the park and eat ice cream. Just. Joking and laughing. Meditate. Talk about serious topics. Just talk. Send each other sms. Or call at three in the morning to say, Are you sleeping? Not? And me too…
Just chat. Or sit on the windowsill, dangling your legs, looking at passers-by who are always hurrying somewhere and be silent. Or visit each other for tea. And really drink tea. Talk about the secret, give each other their secrets. Understand. Try to understand. And openly look into the eyes. And breathe. And give warmth. And touch your face and hair with careful glances. And feel something special, creating a new mystery. And it doesn’t matter that you don’t know each other well. And let it look strange. And it probably won’t be long…
Not vulgarized.
Not stained.
…For the soul….