Darek wrote me a Mail. Two actually. He took quite long to lift his ass and write to me, but his Mail was quite satisfactory, so he's forgiven. The first one stated that yes, he likes me a lot, yes, a relationship would be cool but due to the distance between us he'd rather not, yes, he misses me and no, he wouldn't make a good boyfriend. So much to soul mate #1. Haha I'm feeling so high right now... It's a nice feeling to know somebody somewhere loves you for who you are, with all your flaws and faults. Darek is actually the only guy apart from my brother and Dad who's seen me sick, in my morning condition (no make-up, unkempt hair, the whole thing), or in a shirt without a bra or pants (okay technically that doesn't count because my bfs saw me like that too but since he isn't my bf it kinda counts anyway). Also he's the only guy I've ever allowed to sleep on my butt as a pillow. Omg I've only just realized how that must have looked. No wonder father was so cold when it came to us. Heh. It's funny, in a way. (hahaha "bad girl modus" in action. lolz - not really)
The second Mail contained a song called "Dotknąć cię" which means "Touch You" in Polish. I'd given him a long lecture about a girl's interpretation of different signs or choices of different things, e.g. songs. Yay. Cute. It's a Reggae song and I really like it because we used to dance to it often. Okay well dancing isn't the right word for that.
I want to touch you
I count every moment, every day
I want to touch you so bad
You are so far away, but I know we'll finally meet someday...
Yeah, I miss you too, D!
xxx
pxy
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