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Truth be told, I wouldn't like to go back to Saturday night. My head boils everytime I think about that night. Everything had change, I wasn't me, he wasn't himself... I felt strange and terribly wrong when I went to sleep. I still wonder if they had to do something with that feeling or it was just me hoping that "they" actually existed.
However, today it was clean and weirdly good. I had a nice and short night with friends and him, we went to a walk together, we even had the chance to talk about ourselves and that never happens in the middle of a party.
Something's coming, something big and strange, and I don't know what it is, but I would love to know it as soon as possible.
I still have to remember myself we're strangers, just to make sure I don't fall that deep into the ground like I did that night, but I guess this is the right thing to do, to stay put and lay feets on the ground until I'm pretty sure I can fly without the possibility to fall. It may take years, maybe I never reach it, but humans do have a tendency on trying so hard to find happiness, and as I was told to be as human as I could be, that's exactly what I'm going to do: search my happiness and, if I find it, embrace it with all my beating heart.