"good night... i love you too"... i hanged up the phone and went back to bed... it was a cool night, but my heart felt so much pain ... chilly wind blowing through it without any mercy ... helicopters came around sheltered the laughters from my lovely neighbour couple ... i felt alone ... such a sleepless night ...

"so, you wanna talk? let's have a talk over the lunch break."... "i'm afraid if i told you those inner feelings, i would not be happy for the whole afternoon ... but",...

it was nice outside, sunny and windy, the weather i used to hate the most ... i felt the gentleness through his hand ... "people looks more relaxing down here than near our office building", he said... we did not talk too much ... no need ... the comfortable, calm, sweet, happy feelings come back to me and to him ...

"i don't wanna make any decisions, since I don't have any solutions...", i said, " i just wanna go with the flow, do whatever my very current feelings tell me to do..."

"he sent me a poem from W.B. Yeats, i really like it," i told my best girlfriend over the phone, " why he did not write himself?" she asked ... "he is shy, you know, how long it took for him to sing in front of me... 3 months! :)"... "anyway, i'll email you the poem"....

Now, here it is the poem from W.B. Yeats:
He Wishes For The Cloths Of Heaven

HAD I the heavens' embroidered cloths,
Enwrought with golden and silver light,
The blue and the dim and the dark cloths
Of night and light and the half-light,
I would spread the cloths under your feet:
But I, being poor, have only my dreams;
I have spread my dreams under your feet;
Tread softly because you tread on my dreams.