Again and again... all happends just like yesterday...

Before to say anything, I want to tell you, my dear reader, that this is my first english comment. Any reason? Yes, I have one (and a very good one), but I want to keep it in the most deeply of the secrets...
"There's one time, on a band camp..." All the histories of a not-so-good hollywood movie begins with this phrase... and it also can be the sentence that initiates several of my histories... a good part of all my history of life...
But this time, there's not a band camp... there is a big city, with people meeting there... people making friends in it's schools, at it's streets... in all the life that it keeps running.
I had the possibility to make a very good friend. She is younger than me... she had only fifthteen years when I met her. But I really knew her back a few months. She showed me her way to be happy in this city, with all the problems and the situations that affect us. We shared a lot of moments, and I had the oportunity to show her my way to take advantage of the moment, of the day, of the life...
I fell in love with her... and I don't reget to feel what I am feeling... I don't reget to have said what I believe that I must say...

I really hope she will understand... I really hope that all this uncertainty that I'm feeling right now soon can be turned into happiness... her happiness, my happiness...