An old friend of mine, one of those you grow up with and then grow apart, but not completely, one that you can always trust and write when you don’t feel complete or broken, sent me a message to say he would be at his parents’ , close to where my parents’ live, while I was in Italy.
It was nice to see him again, he is a good friend, a very good one, even if we are so different and live so far away. Sometimes moments can be awkward because we know we both are shy, but nonetheless try pretending we are not (or am I wrong mysterious friend of mine?), but eventually he has one of those great and simple ideas only he can have, and then we have fun for the rest of the evening, usually playing funny games, sending smoke signals and taking pictures of the stars.
Ahah you make me smile. Your “mysterious friend” certainly approves of the way he has been depicted here
You have to admit however that I’m not close as shy as I used to be! And neither are you really!
Waaay less shy and to “mysterious” I would add “adventurous”, and I like this quality of yours.
omg, that food looks delicious! just saying