To touch her.

It was as simple as that.

We were watching T.V, she picked the movie she wanted to watch and we sat on the couch.

It was a French film, a very good one I must say.

We sat close to each other but not without keeping the distance I, like the gentleman I am, consider appropiate for her to feel comfortable.

So the movie went on and we laughed, she almost cried, and in her face the sparkle of surprise and amusement was showing.

Then I thought how wonderful it was to be sitting there with her, how great it was to know that she´s my friend, that we´re part of each other´s life. And when I realized all that, I couldn´t help but to look at her, stare at her and enjoy the view of her small nose, her rose cheeks and red hair.

And then, when the movie was surprising her the most, I gently touched her arm with one finger. She did not notice it. After a while I stopped, I just needed to touch her, I needed to know that she´s real. She´s so beautiful,

she´s so amazing... It´s hard to breathe when she´s near and it´s hard to believe that such a delicate, wonderful flower actually exists and is actually here sitting next to me.