Marc Levy. Tilted horizon (№ 277583)

I have to tell you a secret, hope. I have never told anyone this, not even Luke. I'm a fraud. If you only knew how hard I'm trying not to grow up! I want like twelve years, to admire a father and daughter who aren't taking each other's eyes in a restaurant, kissing couple. I want to touch the sight of those old men on the bench, still smiling at life, I want to melt trusting the dog looking up at you as the embodiment of happiness. I want to continue to admire the secret exchanged between the two, silently looking at each other in the crowd, as if looking sometimes at each other we're in lectures, to laugh like crazy when you cannot do it - then you, no one to surpass, to be afraid that you'll leave me: I'm constantly afraid that you'll get sick of me and leave... I Think that among thousands of people you can know those who love each other as much as we, those who are just innocently looking at the world, those who are alive with hope, those who doubt in themselves, but not their favorite. I was very fortunate that I got to know you, hope.