I met the kindest man of my life in Bansko on 31th of January.
He is a British gentleman and we are still in touch.
He is a true gentleman.

-Why are you so good, be a little bad!
+Hah do you want me to be bad!?
-No no no okay be good.

I wish he lived here or I lived there so that we could have a future together.
I really want him to come over here, I want to show him the place where I was born and raised, where I hang with my friends, I want him to get to know our culture and our language.
I want to go to London and see where he was born and raised, where he usually hangs with his friends, I want to know what he usually does in his daily life and get to know their culture more.
I want to touch him, kiss him and hug him again. I want to trust him once more and see he deserves to be trusted.
My paranoid brain was defeated by his sweetness and I loved it.
I still cannot believe how he was that nice and he still is being nice.
I hope that he thinks the way I think.
I need to be defeated again by him.