Mijn liefste, ¿con que ahora quieres que te cuente más de ti? My pleasure. As I told you one day, our story is full of advantages: no conditions, no distance, one tale borning from the last.I met Harry on my first day in town and the next fifteen were all about it. It was not "like" at first sight, but at kind of third, when he got all happy for finding last.fm and smiled at me from the door of the classroom. See, Harry has this way of winning hearts but guess he does not show his shiny inner side on purpose.
Harry was born in Berchem some twenty-something moons ago. I wonder how it was to grow up in that amazing Flemish world and then find himself in Mexico City, surrounded by tons of people a bit sick of living reality without a break. So Harry is tall and skinny, and hunches a bit to overcome the fact that the world hasn't reached his height. His hands are long and his hair is dark brown; when he smiles, and hums a song, and talks with that dutchy accent everything just becomes better. Harry tends to take care of people and is very sweet to his very sweet girlfriend. He speaks fluently at least four languages and dreams on becoming a diplomat. He is smart-funny. He loves Europe and needs to travel abroad. He is a music junkie and can sing. He likes cats and lived in Spain. He will one day do something great.
I wish however that there were more moments like Friday, when I could perceive from here how happy he was by becoming the godfather of a miracle (Harry is Catholic, but he doesn't know it). Harry likes kids and my heart melted when he wrote: 'Elliot is a cutie'. Harry himself is a kid, moody sometimes and obstinate on not to become what you are gonna be when you grow up.
Listo. En dikke kus.
1 comment:
Well said.
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