On that day I didn't know that I'm in love. I really thought that I was just happy because I was not alone. I thought that for a long time. Nowadays I often think about our first night together, and I realise that was love for the first sight. I mean not because the look, but the talking. He said lot of things about himself, and I said lot of things about myself. I liked that he spoke, and I liked to spoke to him, because I felt in safe with him. He did not judge me, and it was comfortable for me. I could speak about anything, he listened me. I said him for fun he come out on the middle of the night, but he was serious, he said he's not a p*ssy, so he really came out to me. I felt like I could count on him. It was like a fairy tale, a book or a movie. I did not think before that exists something like this. I mean I didn't think someone coming out to me at half hour after midnight, just because I'm sad, upset and lonely. But he did it. I could count on him and it was new to me. It was weird, but I liked that. I felt loved myself by him. Even though we didn't know each other that well yet. He gave me a new, wild memory that I will never be able to thank him enough. He changed me. Next to him I am different, and I like that person I am next to him. This is the reason why I think I am in love. He makes me better than I was.
