Lucky bastard.

I'm not going to lie. The first time that i saw her i thought : another pretty girl with a lucky bastard of a boyfriend, looking for unconvenctional experiences. Europe is full of them.

I was pretty much right about my first impresion. He was indeed a lucky bastard. Can you imagine having a greater luck that being in the same room with her everyday? 

Waking up next to such a smart, loving, gorgeous woman every morning... Can you imagine her being the last thing you see before you close your eyes at night? Must feel like heaven...

I told to myself: what do i have to loose? Go! Go with her aldo it's even for one second, it's foolish to miss out on a taste of heaven, even tho you can only have that one taste... at least you'll know what to aim for. At least when you see heaven again, you'll be prepared. And you'll raise above. 

So i did my friends... i went and it was damn fast and damn strong. And it didn't felt like heaven. Instead she left me gravitating over the moon. Wondering about what is real and what's just in my wildest dreams.

I think i'll be here for a while... and i wont come down until she's in the same room as I, and i can have the great pleasure of calling myself: a lucky bastard.