Sometimes I wish I had the words to describe this all. The beauty of Saturday mornings filled with melancholy music, strong coffee, a smell of oranges and good conversation. The bitter sweetness of waking up next to someone and holding him tight because tomorrow he might be gone. The sparkles that are created by the laughter shared with dear friends who never stop joking even when life is treating them badly. The joy of scribbling down ideas and reading about theories. The insane happiness when playing with words and language.
I wish I could tell you all about how it feels.