That year was one of the happiest years of my life. Or maybe the saddest. Even now, I still cannot decide.
It was the year I found someone who truly understood me. Someone who listened to every little thing I said, who noticed even the smallest changes in my mood. If I was sad, he knew. If I was tired, he noticed. If I liked something once, somehow it appeared beside me the next day like magic. Flowers. My favorite snacks. Little gifts. Warm drinks during winter. Tiny notes hidden between books. Everything felt unreal. Sometimes I used to wonder if he could read my mind.
He felt safe. Comforting. Warm. Just like my dad used to feel when I was little.
Back then, Dad was the happiest person in the world. He used to laugh loudly. He used to lift me up and spin me around the house. I was his little angel, and I loved him so much. I really did.
