One of the first conversation's we had was about the feeling of home. Both of us couldn't really locate where 'home' was. Only days after we met we already started saying things like: "This is
going to be an amazing year." or "This friendship is going to be incredible". How lucky can one be to have someone like you, here, far from whatever 'home' is. Maybe you are part of 'home'.
May this friendship last forever. At least as long our tiny forever is (cosmos-alert!). Let's close this blogpost with Shakespeare's Sonnet 104:
"To me, fair friend, you never can be old,
For as you were when first your eye I eyed,
Such seems your beauty still. Three winters cold
Have from the forests shook three summers' pride;
Three beauteous springs to yellow autumn turned
In process of the seasons have I seen;
Three April pérfumes in three hot Junes burned,
Since first I saw you fresh, which yet are green.
Ah yet doth beauty, like a dial hand,
Steal from his figure, and no pace perceived;
So your sweet hue, which methinks still doth stand,
Hath motion, and mine eye may be deceived.
For fear of which, hear this, thou age unbred:
Ere you were born was beauty’s summer dead."