credits: Mariana Nascimento

He’s truly special to me. Why? That’s a hard question to answer, maybe is that unknown fact that makes me love him. Well when I say love, I mean all the types of love. And I like him, as a good friend, a very special friend to me. I’m repeating the word “special”, because he is very different from the rest of the people I know, so I choose him to talk about, because of that “difference” of his. I remember the first day I saw him, he seemed to me a very shy person, and I liked it because all the boys I’ve ever known are very sociable. I tried to make a conversation with him, and it resulted, from that day on, he and I became closer. So closer that today he means a world to me, and I think he doesn´t knows it.He special because he used to talk like nobody, and sometimes he didn’t even have to talk, because I knew what he was thinking and vice versa. Other times we laughed together of something that wasn’t funny, but we were together so we laughed. That’s kind of stupid I know, but this feelings have no explanation, those times were amazing. We shared moments, we shared songs, we shared our lives, and I had never done it with nobody. I remember his look, and the security he used to give me.Today we are 286 miles away, and we don´t even talk. Sometimes I need him so bad, and I feel he needs me too, but we don’t call each other, because he and I are the proudest people in the world. I know that he stills the same person, doing the same things, with the same attitude and the same intelligence, because that’s him. And that’s the person that I love, the person that’s the special one to me. He and I have so much in commune, it seems unreal and nobody believes it, they don’t believe, because they had never seen us together, if they see us they’ll change their minds.

I miss him, the “special person”, but as Plato said “The time is the variable image of eternity”, so every time I feel his absence I will look back and see how special he made me be, just like him.