Un giorno perfetto
What is a perfect day? I was thinking about my perfect day. What is perfect? There is not any perfection. When I use the word “perfect” I mean happy day. It could be a completely useless and strange day, but it was a happy day for me and people around me. I know you had a lot of them too, we can share some of them between us. It will be our secret.
I had a lot of perfect days. I didn’t notice those days were perfect. I didn’t write anything about them, I enjoyed and lived them. I will write you about my perfect days. I think this letter will be without an end. I am going to rewrite it and add something new about my past and future perfect days.
Let’s start from something. I am going to tell you today about one day in my life when I was happy.
Once I arrived to see you. You met me at an airport. The first thing we did was a kiss and a hug. I was really happy to see you. You were very happy to see me. It was the happiest day in my life. I held your hands and I didn’t want to let them go. I didn’t do anything special that day, but I met you again after so long.
You are the best woman in my life.
I love you, Amore!