I love the way, how she always almost knows, what I think. I love the way, how we talk at the same time, exactly the same words. I love the way, how I see her and remember, why she is under my skin, on my shoulder. I love the way, how we love the same music and pictures. I love the way, how we just sit, laugh and remember the old times, but we don’t really long for them. I love the way how I always know, that she will be there.

There are people you can forget to meet but you will never forget the people themselves.

And thou you are not really in love with her, she is just a friend (the greatest one you could ever want), from time to time, you just send a text “I love you, dude”