I have a friend.
We´ve been friends since we were seven.
She knows me. Well.
She knows how imperfect I am.
She’s still my friend.
For years we only saw each other once a year.
Last Saturday we spent a day together.
Just two of us. No husbands. No children.
Day that we had planned for years.
Just talking, laughing and resting.
Eating chocolate cake together.
Last Saturday was my Valentine´s Day.
A day when I was again so grateful to have my precious friend.
The one with whom I can share everything.
