@Nico91 8 November 2022 more from that month

I miss the friendship of other times... When we were more interested in how the other feels, if he is happy or not and not just how he looks, how much he has changed physically and what things he has... When a simple hug had the power to drive away all worldly fears and to provide reassurance that you are not alone, that you belong to someone... When we didn't need fancy restaurants and money to meet. I miss meeting as friends, with joy, not as strangers who feel obliged to tick dates for the sake of appearances... I miss acting like friends... Looking into each other's eyes , let's look for our eyes, not the watches, not the jewels... Let's hug each other tightly and hold each other's hands... Let's laugh with all our hearts and not be afraid to cry if our soul feels the need to free itself from any pain, from any emotion... Let's talk about ourselves, about our dreams, about turmoil, about memories that bind us, about pains and joys, about what we love, not about others, not denigrating and gossiping, not bragging about what we have, with what i did... I miss that we no longer look at each other with rivalry, that we no longer compare our achievements and failures, that we no longer complicate each other's evolution, but that we enjoy it... I miss the confidence with which we shared our souls, without fearing that our secrets, that our worries and fears will become subjects of gossip with other people, at other tables... I miss feelings shared with sincerity, the courage to say everything that hurts you, what scares you, what didn't work out for you, without fear that your friend could find satisfaction in your unhappiness, in your failures, without fear that you will not be understood or that you will be judged... I miss sincere looks, warm words, comfortable shoulders and safe souls... I miss…