the twenty-second spring

My twenty-second spring is almost here. I can smell it in the air as the sky gets higher and higher every day, as the birds just wouldn't keep quiet anymore and as the wind is turning more to fresh and less to cold. Every day.

My twenty-second spring is like no spring ever experienced before. It is clearer, sweeter, happier and more colourful than any spring ever before. It doesn't matter that we cry, sometimes. It doesn't matter that we argue over the most ridiculous and unimportant things, sometimes. It doesn't matter that we drive each other mad in a bad way, sometimes (and in a good way, a lot more times:P). It doesn't matter that we don't always understand the actions, the words or thoughts of another. It doesn't even matter that the spring is not here yet.

My twenty-second spring is like a question we often ask each other - where have you been so far? It feels so natural that it almost makes us forget about the amazingness of it. It feels like it should have arrived so long time ago, before so many springs, so many others, before so many pointlessnesses, so many gap fillings, so many nothingnesses thought to mean a thing. Neverthless, I am greatful for it to have come, after all. Now, here - and to me.

My twenty-second spring will never be forgotten by me, I know that. Even if it should end one day and be changed for a hot and tropical or chilly and wet summer of some kind, my twenty-second spring will never leave my mind, my heart. All the cells of my body will remember the touch of t h i s spring - all the kisses, secret spots and warm breath.

My twenty-second spring is the best thing ever happened to me.