It was a beautiful Saturday evening, and I was on my way home. I had spent the day enjoying myself at the pool, and the evening around a hearty chat with a friend. Now he was driving me home, and I felt happy. I felt happy because I was not the pne to drive, also because I went up the car sunroof and opened my arms. Now I will love Komitas avenue, because that is where I felt the moment. It Felt amazing. Then I bent my head on the seat and was looking at the sky through the open sunroof till we got to my building. I remembered our conversation and my conviction that true love happens and sucks)) I remembered my conversations with my best trio friends today and how much I love them notwithstanding any obstacle. I remembered the achievements and losses I have had in my life...and I felt happy.In a second faces of all the people I loved mixed in one, and stared at me. I felt happy for myself, I felt proud of myself. I stopped giving fucks to things that did not deseve ones. Whiskey did its job- I felt happy. And the crazy friend singing to the song, and the moments of very honest sharings.
Some happy moments happen.
