After you.

Dear friend:

Is surprisingly  how a book can bring you down or bring you up, when you have depression.
I just finish reading "Me before you" and I loved it. I always have loved reading, but due to my condition, is almost impossible to finish a book. I haven't finish a book in a long time, 3 years to be exact. When I began to read this book, I identify myself with the principal character, as I kept reading I really thought it was me.
When I finish it, it leave me with sadness. That book, remind me of what it was like to be in love. Louisa (the principal character) felt in love the same way I did once and I never thought of remember what it was to feel like that. To feel the warm skin of the person you love. To smell his scent, that smell that is not of cologne, but from his body and oddly like it. Oh God! I could smell his t-shirts, his neck when I hug him and really get lost on it. His smell was like fabric softener with baby powder, even though he didn't use any of those on his cloths nor his body. I could hug him and fall sleep with the smell and the warm of his body. I could forget everything, every each problem that I had, nothing exist around it, just him and I. That sensation of peace of calm, I have never feel it before, and I don't think I will feel it again. That book, remind me of that sensation, of that feeling.
I'm glad I remember it, but at the same time, I'm sad.
Really, really sad...
I don't miss him, but I miss being feeling like that.
I miss feeling calm, on peace.
I miss being in love!