“Just for you –
       The most beautiful, craziest girl in the world.“
      (Ion Minulescu - “Odeleta”)

I remember everything, as if it happened yesterday. In the same time, I have the feeling that this memory of mine comes from very far away, from the past, from an unreal land. A land where one can only be once in a lifetime. If I close my eyes, if I whisper her name, I feel that I can hold out my hand to reach her. She is here, by my side, all the time. I feel her as lively as I used to, in a remote past. A part of my heart will always belong to her. Nobody and nothing will ever displace her. She changed me; she gave a new meaning to my life.
        I can still hear her laughing. I can feel her watching me, I am drunk with her perfume, I am driven away in a dreamy world by her touch. I see her dancing, floating in music, I see her smoking or running in the rain, happy as a child. She secretly smiles to me from the other corner of the room. Whenever our eyes meet, everything around us disappears and there is only us left in the world.
        I remember the day I told her that I loved her. For dozens of seconds – for an eternity, it was silence, a total silence, time stopped, the whole world became very small, as it was trying not to disturb this unique moment. My soul was torn by contradictory feelings: happiness, and fright, and despair. I was happy because I was in love and because she was near me. I was afraid not to scare her. The thought of losing her was making me desperate. The long seconds of silence were as bleak as death. I waited for her to say something – with the same despair with which I would have waited for a death sentence. She was everything for me. Anything else had no importance.
        When we were apart, I was missing her enormously. Each moment without her was a huge pain. A heart-breaking pain. I became addicted of her, as of a drug. I was thinking constantly about her, hoping that she was feeling the same thing as I was. I needed her as I needed to breath. I was living through and for her.
        I still miss her. I still miss her every day. I wish I could watch her sleeping, I wish I could hold her in my arms. I wish I could take her hand into mine, without the others noticing it. I want to hear her voice, to speak with her on the phone for hours, I want her to say that she dreamt of me again. I wish I could live those moments once again, and that I could come back to that deep, chronic restless of all souls in love.
        It wasn’t my first love. It was my first real love. It meant to me more than I could ever say. It was beautiful. Too beautiful. It was a dream.
        I close my eyes and imagine that she is with me now. I feel her closer than ever. She kisses the tears on my cheeks and lets me sleep in her arms. As she used to. However, I know that I will wake up and she won’t be near me anymore.