When I close my eyes, I feel his hand on my face. That sweet affection of those who are not afraid to be happy.

I remember well when you held my hand for the first time. We were walking along the avenue together when, out of the blue, I felt his fingers intertwine with mine. You can say what you want, but for me there is no more romantic gesture than holding hands.

I swear I can feel that same uncontrolled throbbing in my chest, that feeling of complete happiness that makes our faces get small with so much smile.

I loved you at that moment, in that banal situation… little did I know that this would be just the beginning of the craziest adventure of my life.

All I wanted now was to feel his fingers against mine again. We may even be physically far from each other, but I’m sure our hearts are getting closer and closer.

If the longing is too great, I know I can look for the brightest star in the sky and find in it the reflection of your eyes.