Dear friend,

I took this picture shortly after you went to bed tonight. I wanted to capture the moment. I think you’ll like it as much as I do, or at least I hope so. It is just imperfect enough to my liking. A little blurry, like me, presenting a questionable subject, badly framed. That’s not what’s important about it.

• Serious stuff. What I am writing.

That’s what you said earlier. We don’t do serious a lot… It was scary. I was wondering what you were about to do that would be so different from the usual.

I was working on two posts this afternoon, when you sent your message on the Internets… I was planin on finishing my CouchSurfing profile, to have more chances to find great people to welcome me on my upcoming journey, but I have put all of that aside for a while.

I tried to write a proper response to your post. But the words didn’t come. I had an urge to write in French, it seemed the words would have been easier to find, but what good, if you couldn’t understand them?

Tonight, I read one of the most beautiful friendship declarations… Some people might think it is over the top (“get over it, you’re friends, so whut??), some others might judge as you mentioned. But in the end, only two people have “control” over a friendship.

I am happy that you have told your family about me, just like my family knows about you. They have to see that we don’t have anything to hide from them. But at the same time, they will have to realize that there are some things only we’ll share.

There are a lot of things I’d like to write about right now, but I’d rather discuss them directly with you, or writing them to you. Because I am lacking time to write the perfect reply, and because I don’t have your balls! (Figuratively speaking, of course!! Ohhh come on, don’t kill the mood with fjollet vits!)

I feel we might have used the “F” word a little too early in the beginning. Wanting to be friends is not enough. But we worked out our failures to communicate, and our misunderstandings. We could have easily given up, one or the other… But that’s how a real bond builds up. By sticking together and not letting go, because the fight is worth it.

Lately, I had noticed we seemed to have achieved true friendship. I wished it was the case, but I tend to wear pink glasses when I hope for something… Knowing that I was right is a precious gift from life.

And the timing is so perfect!