For the ones who leave footsteps in the sand and don’t need to lose weight…

I miss you telling me all your wise advice, calling me h* (no, It’s not horny pony) and of course, giving me the HR perspective that could save me from an eventual nuclear cataclysm. But let’s go to the important subjects: carrying furniture around, cleaning the house and reviewing my resume would do enough.
PS: Don’t forget to bring me home before 10 am (and please, last time we go to Cologne).

I miss your patience, your smiles and your loyalty. Friendships are not for granted, of course, but sometimes you really need to dig under the snow to find the bonds that hold the trees together. Those lie deep under water, close to the center of the Planet. You even have to burn yourself, like the phoenix, to rebirth and realize that they are just mirrors.
Plus, who would be the CEO of my very first and own idiotic enterprise? (which will be opening and recruiting very soon). No one would care more than you.

I miss you listening; indeed, listening is a quality, a TALENT many of us don’t have. Listening is learning, listening is hugging, listening is music. When I say many, I mean many and they know who they are. There is plenty of grass to cut in my garden; I hope you have time to drive me there. By the way, it’s about time you start playing the guitar again, so turn on the haut-parleurs, get the hoovering done and let’s go to the bakery.

I miss you looking at me with your silence, cooking and understanding. Some people have great skills, but yours are a never-ending story. I don’t want to guess more about it, the stars could get upset at me once again and I just signed a non-disclosure agreement, in JavaScript, can you believe that?. But, let’s review the cooking part. My belly still has loads of space to grow. It’s some sort of expansive entity like the Universe. Anyway, it’s enough for me with your protection.

I miss you not-understanding me, what else could I get from you? I know: a soup. I heard you make the best soups in town. I also heard you love to wake up early in the morning and see the fog in the street. Perhaps that’s a tiny piece of what I have never noticed, your wide compromise and solidarity. So, next time we see us I will iron my shirts so I can learn a bit about all that.

I miss you playing the guitar. Sure, not for me, but for everyone. I cannot wait for the glamour and the red carpet. It’s hard being so famous, isn’t it?. I also miss your tolerance and your moods. I guess that’s something else I’ve forgotten to learn lately. But what I definitely don’t want to leave behind is your perseverance. That’s the north oracle we many times forget to find.

I have finally discovered why you are good friends with me and why I admire you so much. It is not because of your enormous patience… well, may be a bit, my own stupidity sometimes goes far beyond my own imagination, which is quite rich and open (how weird that sounds?). It’s simply, because of the rain. The rain cleans the air, melts the snow and feed the ground for new beginnings. I am lucky It rains so much in Bonn, so I can spread the sand again on the road of my life and try to follow your footsteps before It’s too late…