Spotting shooting stars with your friends at the woodlands, surrounded by unhealthy snacks and soft drinks, listening to Arcade Fire and lying on a concrete table, realizing that it could easily be your last night alive, because you wouldn't mind dying at that very moment... Everything was perfect, I felt so alive and so happy that if something has to go wrong, now I can handle it better knowing that there's been this special moment, which I shared with some people I'm very fond of, somewhere lost in the middle of a mountain.
Aish...Now I fully understand the meaning of that quote from "The Perks of Being a Wallflower" by Stephen Chbosky:
"and in that moment, I swear we were infinite"
Now, I'm ready to start...
