Well, it’s a long story but I’ll tell only a small piece. Of course, it’s related to love, the only piece that is really ‘missing’ a good story.
I had such a great weekend in Manchester, with a guy who I met in Dublin. Better than that, is the feeling when I met him for the first time. Someone who is like me, identical. He is charming, polite, handsome, intelligent. As he lives far, a relationship isn’t a good idea, but I have this strong feeling that one day, things are going to happen, and we’ll live together.
I don’t know if this feeling is because I’m alone. Maybe this is why I’m writing. Sadness, hopeful and missing a lot this wonderful guy.